& somehow you weigh on me again
as i expect you always might.
once you were soft clay in my hands
then a hardened plaster when i could not
breathe
but time has dried you out
and i remember a kiss
but not your lips
i remember the lightness behind my smile
but not you
as you were, are
& somehow you weigh on my skin
dried like dust and blowing
away
while I stand, warm in this summer wind.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
& somehow you weigh on me again
as i expect you always might.
once you were soft clay in my hands
then a hardened plaster when i could not
breathe
but time has dried you out
and i remember a kiss
but not your lips
i remember the lightness behind my smile
but not you
as you were, are
& somehow you weigh on my skin
dried like dust and blowing
away
while I stand, warm in this summer wind.
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