Poetry: Untitled - Story of us #1

April 03, 2017

I wish I could write a story of us 
I'll walk with you in the afternoon -
somehow the dappled shade 
makes puzzle pieces come together. 
Side by side in synchronicity 
Our thoughts will float mutually 
together and separate 
I can imagine how nice it would be 
to have some quiet, understanding company 
Calming and exciting simultaneously 
I'll hold your invisible hand - 
maybe you're just a paper shape 
cut out and stored in my pocket. 


A storm exists in the descent of night 
I lost the day 
Don't bother me with things I don't want to do 
If I did what I wanted could I still be happy? Could I survive? 
The day is gone, I lost it. 

 

April 1, 2017


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