poetry to learn to love again.
"and i would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more." -- kafka.
(2019).
-- you left your shirt hanging in my wardrobe and i hold its deflowered cuffs as though your hand were lolling, there in sleep, over the edge of the bed. i read your letters to pretend that your love has not lost me yet and left me for dead -- i hold a soft plush paw to my chest when my head hits the pillow -- i hear you guiding me in the 5am night when owls sounded me home along empty roads: you are an ocean away whilst all i wanted was to beg you to stay and hold me close, limbs longing as mine, leave the waking world behind, i would --
(7th February 2019)
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