unloving begins
with the setting of the sun,
with the falling of the tides.
I realized how accustomed
I had grown to the feeling;
of wind on my skin,
of hailstones falling.
Alphabetized, my many names.
A blurred face
in a hallway of mirrors.
my heart left long before
my body did,
long before my legs
had the strength for escape
unloving begins
with your heart feeling cold.
I thought I should stay a while,
just to be
sure.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC
unloving begins
with the setting of the sun,
with the falling of the tides.
I realized how accustomed
I had grown to the feeling;
of wind on my skin,
of hailstones falling.
Alphabetized, my many names.
A blurred face
in a hallway of mirrors.
my heart left long before
my body did,
long before my legs
had the strength for escape
unloving begins
with your heart feeling cold.
I thought I should stay a while,
just to be
sure.
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