Yes You
It broke my record when you leftOr scratch that one
Was it me that went away ?
No, never that
Much too mad and lonely a thing to do
Still, sometimes upon an evening deep and soft
Pulling an Autumn sunset covers over my sleepy thoughts
A wonder how much the dull throbbing ache of missing you
Feels so cut glass crystal sharp
Dreams of rivers in my blood
Sands of deserts in my arms
Dust of time on my hands
Listen to my lessening breaths
I broke my record when you left
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-11-03 at 23:35
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