Papery white dust motes hang in the air
soft, early light, beckoning you
having stolen it's way in through the cracks
of this world we have been hiding in together.
The early light, before the dawn.
That morning, the one I kept hoping would decide to stay away
just a little longer...has found us.
These are the only times I truly hate the coming sun.
When I knew it was coming to take you away
I didn't want to close my eyes
maybe, if I kept watch over you,
it would freeze time, just once.
I wished for it, but wishes did not prevail.
Now, I don't want to open these eyes.
I want to stay wrapped in this cocoon of warmth with you.
I can't bare the sting of sadness I will feel
once our small lover's cove lacks your presence.
I touch your cheek with my fingertips,
so smooth and perfect under my skin,
you lie still with your eyes closed,
but I know you are aware.
My heavy-lidded gaze watches the clock, slow and deliberate.
These feel like stolen moments, and I,
I am a greedy treasure-seeker, hording
delights of my heart for one more precious minute and wishing for more.
Again, I wished, but to no avail.
I can feel the wall cracking.
The one I had constructed through the night as I always do,
my resolve, weakening as I know
I must face your inevitable departure.
I close my eyes but a moment,
when I open them again your face is bright,
full of love for me as you try to ease my sadness,
but the physical distance between us has already begun.
I hide my tears from you as best I can,
a silly thing to do when I know you can feel them,
but my pride will not allow me to show
the full weight that sits on my chest.
"All the time in the world", you say, and I try to smile as I wish the distance away.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
Papery white dust motes hang in the air
soft, early light, beckoning you
having stolen it's way in through the cracks
of this world we have been hiding in together.
The early light, before the dawn.
That morning, the one I kept hoping would decide to stay away
just a little longer...has found us.
These are the only times I truly hate the coming sun.
When I knew it was coming to take you away
I didn't want to close my eyes
maybe, if I kept watch over you,
it would freeze time, just once.
I wished for it, but wishes did not prevail.
Now, I don't want to open these eyes.
I want to stay wrapped in this cocoon of warmth with you.
I can't bare the sting of sadness I will feel
once our small lover's cove lacks your presence.
I touch your cheek with my fingertips,
so smooth and perfect under my skin,
you lie still with your eyes closed,
but I know you are aware.
My heavy-lidded gaze watches the clock, slow and deliberate.
These feel like stolen moments, and I,
I am a greedy treasure-seeker, hording
delights of my heart for one more precious minute and wishing for more.
Again, I wished, but to no avail.
I can feel the wall cracking.
The one I had constructed through the night as I always do,
my resolve, weakening as I know
I must face your inevitable departure.
I close my eyes but a moment,
when I open them again your face is bright,
full of love for me as you try to ease my sadness,
but the physical distance between us has already begun.
I hide my tears from you as best I can,
a silly thing to do when I know you can feel them,
but my pride will not allow me to show
the full weight that sits on my chest.
"All the time in the world", you say, and I try to smile as I wish the distance away.
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