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Isaac Bahn Jul 2014
In all the glory of the morning Sun,
you were my first.
When the dark encloses and I shut my eyes,
you will be my last.
Sometimes I get lost in the days
though.
And you become infinite
You are my piece of infinity
Isaac Bahn Jul 2014
To the mornings of endless silence,
Broken by a hint of our secret laughter.
Shattered by the words we spoke so softly,
"Good morning."
Fractured by the way we stared at each other
with the sun beaming through the windows.
Illuminating your eyes and reflecting into mine,
giving me light and energizing my soul.
Landing so gracefully on your lips,
and falling so heavily on our skin.

We lay here.
In a room so noisy, so bright.
And I kiss you endlessly,
Silence.
Isaac Bahn Jun 2014
I think of what could have been.
The earth we walked upon,
and the flowers that should have grown,
but withered away.

I think of what should have been.
The nights you laid in my arms
and the words we could have spoke,
but chose not to.

I think of you.
I love you.
Or at least,
I think I do.
Isaac Bahn May 2014
Breathe.
Just breathe
As if it were the very last breath
Like the very last time I'll ever inhale in my life,
I fill up my lungs, to the point where they'll burst.
On the verge of self-implosion,
I'll breathe until it hurts.

I let the air flow right through me
Let it comfort me.
Wrap me up in a chillingly warm embrace
Kind of like grandma's hugs.

It'll pierce me right to the bone.
Break me right in half, and cut this heart of stone.
And with a swift breeze it picks me right back up.
It mantles all my misplaced pieces,
and cradles me.

Inhale,
in through the nose
Exhale,
Out through the mouth.

There is no need for haste, my love.
We can let it flow with the wind.
Stay or go, like the autumn leaves we shall be swept away.
But it's okay.
I am at peace
Surrounded by it.
Isaac Bahn Apr 2014
****.
Miserable, lost, mistaken.
Drowning in a sink of nothing that is you.
Overwhelmed by your absence
I am nothing.
And you
are Everything.
Isaac Bahn Apr 2014
Flowers
are what I’ll give you.
They are lovely,
like you.
They blossom in the Sun,
like the two of us.
But they don’t last.
Things never do.
But while they are here,
they are bold,
beautiful, and benign.
So, let’s become
flowers.

— The End —