August 11, 2024.
My love still exists, though in tongues and whispers.
I find myself still at your altar, hands intertwined in prayer.
At this hour, a goodbye would not let me rest peacefully.
So can we end this with “I love you” instead?
A sedative, a mercy, a kindness if you’ll allow it.
Finalities reek of death, and we still breathe in sync.
Can you love me for just a second longer?
Breathe me back in one last time and not choke?
You can take it back come morning; I’ll let you go.
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2024-08-12 at 02:09
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sedative
To end this with a goodbye feels far too final.My love still exists, though in tongues and whispers.
I find myself still at your altar, hands intertwined in prayer.
At this hour, a goodbye would not let me rest peacefully.
So can we end this with “I love you” instead?
A sedative, a mercy, a kindness if you’ll allow it.
Finalities reek of death, and we still breathe in sync.
Can you love me for just a second longer?
Breathe me back in one last time and not choke?
You can take it back come morning; I’ll let you go.
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 47 times
Written on 2024-08-12 at 02:09
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