You fall asleep,
My hand to your cheek
At first it seems sweet
Then I think of blander motives
Am I interrupting your rest?
Is this just a unwillingness to move?
Then you pull my hand to your chest
Bringing it to rest, part of me on you
Where I should always have been,
And I remember what love feels like again.
Looming, you wait
around the corner,
crossing the dates
from the calendar;
taking the time
from our grasp
until the scope
zooms in fast,
and all too soon
it’s deadline day.
When the days blurrrrrrr
into one.
And everything fades
to obscurity,
the world makes the
most sense
in the dark.
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