With (You)



To be 
Accompanied by 


(No one) is 


A companion 
Here, this town is lonely
When you’re not


The warm glow of homes
Is buzzing
Neon lights (everywhere)
Announcing, “we are
Open,” just not 
To me.


I dread 
Entering the dark
House without you. Here,
The air is stale, hard
To breathe, don’t 
Even want to be.
Where you aren’t.


If only I 
Could liquify myself, wet
Ink, and form
The shape of two
Simple words


Yes, then I would live
In those words: with you



  • Author: eckardcb (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 13th, 2023 22:05
  • Category: Unclassified
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