I don’t believe I’ll ever
understand – or forgive or forget – or even know how
he was never, never going to leave me. Yesterday.
And how
he is never, never going to be
with me. Today.
This second, I will
make a little cup of tea
And try not to spill it
or burn my tongue. And dream of the ease
of many tomorrows from now.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
I don’t believe I’ll ever
understand – or forgive or forget – or even know how
he was never, never going to leave me. Yesterday.
And how
he is never, never going to be
with me. Today.
This second, I will
make a little cup of tea
And try not to spill it
or burn my tongue. And dream of the ease
of many tomorrows from now.
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