there's a wake in this morning.
and restless souls to observe it.
a time stagnant.
an age unpredictable.
there is an early morning for us.
and our chipped coffee mugs.
a brightly washed kitchen table.
and a subtle nod to this worlds beauty.
your hands are so soft.
will they meet mind across the walnut veneer.
my glasses are crooked and so are yours.
how many moments are left in this.
and if my mind shall wonder again.
this will all disappear in a dim haze.
between the resting light smothering your face and the way you call for me.
I will fall in love with our moments.
once again.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC
there's a wake in this morning.
and restless souls to observe it.
a time stagnant.
an age unpredictable.
there is an early morning for us.
and our chipped coffee mugs.
a brightly washed kitchen table.
and a subtle nod to this worlds beauty.
your hands are so soft.
will they meet mind across the walnut veneer.
my glasses are crooked and so are yours.
how many moments are left in this.
and if my mind shall wonder again.
this will all disappear in a dim haze.
between the resting light smothering your face and the way you call for me.
I will fall in love with our moments.
once again.
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