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my eyes do not follow muscle memory the way my head sinks into your arms. soon sunrise will be the first witness to your departure, leaving the silk aching in the cold. i wake with all the familiar feelings at once - alone again, as clockwork resets itself.

so you told me to count sheep in my head, on my count:
"count...
count how many sleepless sighs we have exhaled in a week.
count...
count how many sleepy mornings we have taken for granted.
when you are taking count,
have we made it count?"
Thomas Castle Feb 27
still the same songbird i ever was,
i hum our songs in hope of your return
the duets are now solos
i still hum in one singular melody though
i couldn’t recall your high notes
pretty much like how
i couldn’t recall the strokes of your flying movement






maybe it was the distance
Thomas Castle Feb 26
your vase is not too much for the teacup in their hand.
Thomas Castle Feb 25
you struck a match and left me putting out the fire alone.
as always, dreams turn to dust, and i'm the one to bite the lust.
maybe one day, i'll get used to it.  
is it something i should get used to?
Thomas Castle Feb 24
heard she met a boy with eyes determined like a man.
messy quiff hair, warm fuzzy feelings like a snuggly bear.
soft like her lips, hard like his will.
twin water signs, as if stars aligned.

heard he read her off like an open book,
along the line, somewhere between the lines,
he always knows where she places a piece of herself,
every nook and cranny, familiar traces like the back of her hand.

now there they go,
the faith she would carry and the book he would marry,
becomes the last greatest tale that is now theirs,
to write and tell,

and for me to read.
Thomas Castle Feb 24
squandered away what starts a man’s life:
dime
wine
time

if only for a better cause
is there anything to lose
really?

looking back at what ends a man’s life:
time
wine
dime

it gets better and better
till there is nothing else left to matter
it’s true.

— The End —