it takes two hours to loose myself
and a lifetime to find her again.
i look for her in dark bookstore alleys,
fingers across the shelves,
aware i am not the first
and will not be the last,
but for now i am your only.
a splinter catches my finger
and it reminds me that i can breathe.
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC
it takes two hours to loose myself
and a lifetime to find her again.
i look for her in dark bookstore alleys,
fingers across the shelves,
aware i am not the first
and will not be the last,
but for now i am your only.
a splinter catches my finger
and it reminds me that i can breathe.
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