‘…weeks so short & wonderful
seeming so long
intensity nestles itself down on our knees
how many lifetimes since?
without purposely anticipating a life without you
having so easily climbed
how many miles must I fall to the floor?
planted, cold & shivering
spine melted firmly to the opposite side of your
door
memories flow out of your windows
& I’m missing your smile & those cool-green
eyes
filled with abandonment
peering over plains of skin & ridges of bone
you say you want all this but I’m not quite sure if
the sky is blue today
i haven’t left your stairwell since midnight…’
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