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we're laying in my bed different from before and once you turn out the light, I go from 0 to 60 real fast. why is it so much harder not to feel when you're lost in the dark? "Are you happy I came?" you say with your back turned to me. in an instant I'm rocking           reaching                grasping                      gasping for air. and suddenly we're laying in the bottom of a boat and we are sinking because my tears are filling up the vessel. but you turn and you hold me in a way you never have before. my head to your chest, the ultimate safety. and your tears merge with mine like some liquid bond not strong enough to hold us together, but too strong to ignore. the returning of you is done in a haze. you, a misty ghost by my side, returned because you don't quite fit like you did when I tried you on in the store. but it's hard to let go and I don't even want store credit because you cannot be replaced. when I come back your hairs are stuck to my pillow but I don't mind, for it is a reminder you were really here and it all truly happened. all 3 years of it. somehow in those hairs a reminder of you I have held close before but for such different reasons.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
Bottom of a Boat, or, one last poem for her
we're laying in my bed different from before and once you turn out the light, I go from 0 to 60 real fast. why is it so much harder not to feel when you're lost in the dark? "Are you happy I came?" you say with your back turned to me. in an instant I'm rocking           reaching                grasping                      gasping for air. and suddenly we're laying in the bottom of a boat and we are sinking because my tears are filling up the vessel. but you turn and you hold me in a way you never have before. my head to your chest, the ultimate safety. and your tears merge with mine like some liquid bond not strong enough to hold us together, but too strong to ignore. the returning of you is done in a haze. you, a misty ghost by my side, returned because you don't quite fit like you did when I tried you on in the store. but it's hard to let go and I don't even want store credit because you cannot be replaced. when I come back your hairs are stuck to my pillow but I don't mind, for it is a reminder you were really here and it all truly happened. all 3 years of it. somehow in those hairs a reminder of you I have held close before but for such different reasons.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
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