Updated: Sep 3, 2018
This sky is grey,
she's the moon.
I don't believe in ghosts
But then why do I still feel you?
Morning sun,
she was the moon.
Noon hurts,
I ache across every inch
that this bed touches.
The lack of you
becomes a force
from each wall
against me.
If I stood
now,
my bones would crumble,
my tendons would stretch
and my body
would slowly, inelegantly,
Fumble, tumble to the floor.
I will not sink now.
I will float,
soaked,
build a boat
and write a fable.
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In awe I am That you ignore the concept of time, hold no rush no hurry no hussle, in step. You speak soft and low Gentle, baritone In all interactions- Even excited. You roll words over tongue like a