I watch the house come down
like a vengeful wave crashing
against my barefoot shore.
I don't know if
I wore my grey shirt
or the blue one with checks.
I can't tell from the dust caking
my chest; beating loudly I
put my hand to it
as if searching for my heart
in the shirt pocket;
I fumble
and feel nothing there.
I'd kept a picture of you there
in the breastpocket of my grey shirt
close to my heart.
And not any more, but a familiar ache;
left are these buttons of your last touch
and your breath in these threads.
You don't know that once you breathed into the sky
it just wasn't yours to take away.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
I watch the house come down
like a vengeful wave crashing
against my barefoot shore.
I don't know if
I wore my grey shirt
or the blue one with checks.
I can't tell from the dust caking
my chest; beating loudly I
put my hand to it
as if searching for my heart
in the shirt pocket;
I fumble
and feel nothing there.
I'd kept a picture of you there
in the breastpocket of my grey shirt
close to my heart.
And not any more, but a familiar ache;
left are these buttons of your last touch
and your breath in these threads.
You don't know that once you breathed into the sky
it just wasn't yours to take away.
Abstract. Like my life right now.
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