My dearest dumbass:
How I wish this night
Could last forever.
I’d stretch time for you,
I’d bend, even break,
The walls of existence
For you, especially for you.
I watch the rise and fall
Of your chest in the dim,
Dim moonlight.
I retrace the features
Of your face over
And over again,
Both with my eyes
And with my hand.
I listen to your
Incessant snoring,
Like a chainsaw
Whirring at three
In the bloody morning.
Why can’t this night
At least last a little longer?
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Author:
S.S. (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
however sarcastic or ironic
I love the intimacy of that first line
it takes a lot of closeness
to say to that someone,
even if the closeness has been warped into something negative
that first line
is testament, that this presence you're addressing
was once a cherished part of your life..
(or maybe I'm just way-off the mark, as usual
lol)
thanks for sharing
I just loved calling him my dumbass lol-- so I suppose it was ironic in a sense. And no, I think you are on the mark. He was at one time a cherished part of my life, but... well, he died a long time ago. And I miss him so much...
Anyway, thank you for reading, and for your lovely comment.
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