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Addison Jonas Mar 2018
Frost began to form along
The windows
As the sun sang its song, it told the moon goodnight
And the sky fell dark.

The fluorescent-lit hallways became bleak
As the evening passed by.
I sat outside her room with my head in my hands
My entire body sank into the floor
And I tried to wipe my face dry.

I watched as shapes and shadows came
In and out of that bedroom door
Even still
I wasn’t ready to see what I came there for.

I gained the courage to stand, trying my best
And as I walked into the room I felt more tears
Roll down my face and past my neck way down to my chest.
She sat there with a glow just waiting for me, happy
As can be.

At the time
My hair was long and tangled
Reaching all the way down my back
Compiled into a knotted mess.
So I sat

And let her play the role she was so longing to play.
I told her I would stay. I removed a comb from her bedside drawer  

Just tell me if this hurts you, ok?
Okay. – as she ran the bristles
Through my mangled blonde strands.

Ironic, because she did not have much hair at all.

I let her stroke the back of my head with her wearied hands.
I stayed for a while,
Until the nurse came in and told me
It was time to leave.
Addison Jonas Mar 2018
Skin like golden dew
In the midst of a
Shoreditch summer.
Your lips like Milk & Honey,
Let me have a taste of that.

Transfixed with
The way you say my name
With that language
I haven’t heard
Before.

Breakfast in bed.
In the morning
Chet Baker,

Hit play.

And tell me
Soul of mine
How do you do
That thing where you draw
The Art of Happiness
In my mind
With those eyes?

— The End —