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I died again last night
A guttural exhalation
that scattered stars
Cozied up in my trestle bed
Where you used to lie
And we would sleep
in the spoon fashion
Breathe in, breathe out
Dreaming of love’s release
That took shape with each move
However subtle
However serpentine
But you’re gone
Away to Neverland
Without so much as a whisper
Or even a sigh
And I’m here comatose
In the bed you always made
On the morning of your birth
With all that it entails
Drained of my essence
Because I let you in
I let you breathe for me
And you’ve stopped my breath
But I must exhale
And start again.

And breathe again.

Sam

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