"Breathe catch your breath don't move, be still nothing in the world can touch you now I am here." That was the last promise you left me with your arm over my shoulder my head falling to your chest the slow beat of your heart held me still, rhythmic ticking time passing at once serene, not rushing my tears settled themselves in the oversized t'shirt I usually sleep soundly in. But I awaken to a new dawn and you're gone. It was just a dream, just a ******* dream about you.
Another poem from today, typed out on my beautiful typewriter Mr Darcy. There is so much freedom in typing with imperfection. I have missed my typewriter days.