when november drips down
my windowpanes
autumn-heavy clouds
overhead
and the tick tick tick
of the kitchen clock
remains constant
uninterrupted
i sigh
disappointment
clouding my frostbite senses
i check again
once more
wishful thinking guiding
my shaking hand
and almost immediately
wish i hadn’t
and instead
left myself in the suffocating comfort
of blind hope
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC
when november drips down
my windowpanes
autumn-heavy clouds
overhead
and the tick tick tick
of the kitchen clock
remains constant
uninterrupted
i sigh
disappointment
clouding my frostbite senses
i check again
once more
wishful thinking guiding
my shaking hand
and almost immediately
wish i hadn’t
and instead
left myself in the suffocating comfort
of blind hope
written for someone i miss far too much for how close they are
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