The photograph hanging
above my bed
the lone populous
surrounded by white
unwelcoming walls, glistening skin,
drawers painted with delicate flowers
crisply folded inside.
This place where I am yours.
Your blank canvas screaming of solitude.
Together we are not alone.
Before I go I whisper goodbye
Everything everlasting
in the time in between.
Between you and me.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
The photograph hanging
above my bed
the lone populous
surrounded by white
unwelcoming walls, glistening skin,
drawers painted with delicate flowers
crisply folded inside.
This place where I am yours.
Your blank canvas screaming of solitude.
Together we are not alone.
Before I go I whisper goodbye
Everything everlasting
in the time in between.
Between you and me.