I dreamt of being on a plane
plummeting towards the bluish green marble
my future existence in question
I reached for the phone
wanting only to say,
“Thank you.
You saved me.”
My soul was rescued from oblivion
by a man
who taught me how to love again.
He peels himself away from my grasp
before sunrise
as I groan out a desperate plea
as time’s most
disgruntled prisoner.
He eats up what my heart feeds him
because it’s all I have to offer.
And past visions of future homes
disappear
and are replaced
by not a place
but a person.
And suddenly
the path I am on
seems much less important
than the hand
I am holding.
I’ll follow
either way.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
I dreamt of being on a plane
plummeting towards the bluish green marble
my future existence in question
I reached for the phone
wanting only to say,
“Thank you.
You saved me.”
My soul was rescued from oblivion
by a man
who taught me how to love again.
He peels himself away from my grasp
before sunrise
as I groan out a desperate plea
as time’s most
disgruntled prisoner.
He eats up what my heart feeds him
because it’s all I have to offer.
And past visions of future homes
disappear
and are replaced
by not a place
but a person.
And suddenly
the path I am on
seems much less important
than the hand
I am holding.
I’ll follow
either way.
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