9/29/2021
laying on the roof
226 words
We're laying on the roof
in the middle of nowhere.
The stars are out.
There are no clouds.
We are silent,
but the warmth of our locked hands
speaks louder than any words could.
I never want this moment to end.
We're laying on the roof
of my parents' house.
City lights shine in the distance.
Your eyes shine brighter.
We don't speak,
instead staring at each other
with gazes that say words would be insufficient.
I never want this moment to end.
We're laying on the roof
of some motel we're not paying for.
The sun is rising.
Your body is warm.
You're asleep,
but the way you pull me closer as you dream
tells me what it's impossible to truly say.
I never want this moment to end.
We're laying on the roof
of a building that touches the clouds.
The sun is high.
Our spirits are, too.
We're not talking,
but I can see your face lighting up
as you watch me watch the sky.
I never want this moment to end.
We're laying in our beds
in our respective bedrooms.
There are six hundred miles between us.
We've been up all night.
Your voice is the sweetest sound I've ever heard,
but the comfortable silences remind me
I love you more than you'll ever know.
I never want this moment to end.
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Поэзияan ever-expanding collection of poems I've written, mostly dealing with themes of loss, grief, and the struggle of finding one's place in the infinite universe. general cw for mentions of death, self harm, suicidal ideation, gender dysphoria, and bo...
