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Morning breaks clean and fierce across the sill.

I lay, waiting. Listening to you breathe

Crisp linens rumpled from a nights dreams woven in crimson and ochre across your brow.

As I lay beside you, I wonder what secrets crouch behind the small smile that plays across your lips.

You heart seems ever full, spilling over onto me even as you dream

the days

stretch wide and long[er]

i’ve noticed my heart beats slow[er]

more now

coming fast

a breaking to the left

it is no wonder i have lost my sting

thoughts

tumble

down

and

run through me

liken me to a washed out bed

now than ever

the laughter is stuck tight like a cork behind my teeth

biting into my joy

biting back the words

[more now] forgotten me [than ever]

within

the confessions of depression

the stink of decay coupled with a babes sweaty palms

the passing of seasons is caught where arms used to clutch

age runs away with LOVE

life

breathlessly

weighted

you lay in wait

for your

turn

to come back

around wings clipped and waiting