I don’t need it
The red string
Tied around my ring or index
I don’t need it
An “x” or heart
On the calendar
I don’t need it
A programmed number
Within any device at all
I don’t need it
Any fashioned reminder
Of you and your worth
You live with me
Constantly
On the tip of my tongue
I utter your nom de plum
In sleep
And I call after my mother with your name
As if in a canyon
Reverberating your whisper
This echoes in all the places
You are my favorite song
On repeat
And I soak in the melody that is your mouth
I don’t need a string
An “x”
Or a series of ten numbers
To remind me
Because you’re here
Holding my hand
And refilling my ink
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
I don’t need it
The red string
Tied around my ring or index
I don’t need it
An “x” or heart
On the calendar
I don’t need it
A programmed number
Within any device at all
I don’t need it
Any fashioned reminder
Of you and your worth
You live with me
Constantly
On the tip of my tongue
I utter your nom de plum
In sleep
And I call after my mother with your name
As if in a canyon
Reverberating your whisper
This echoes in all the places
You are my favorite song
On repeat
And I soak in the melody that is your mouth
I don’t need a string
An “x”
Or a series of ten numbers
To remind me
Because you’re here
Holding my hand
And refilling my ink
Thanks Civil Wars.
New favorite song!
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