Untitled 98 (twentythirteen Remix)

Monday, February 4, 2013


I can remember the color of the light 
as it splayed itself across the white walls of the room
 and the feel of you in my bed
I can remember feeling the weight of the sounds
of our love that was made
your body pressed on mine,
and you made me feel
proud
to say that I loved you
and in comfortable contemplation of how easily
I was caught then,
once more and again.

Suspended
in the absence of us
I can see the empty look of all of the emptiness
that lies within
the knowing that there is no longer “we”, “us”, or even “them”,
the impression that is left here now is
the full understanding that there is now only
a measure of time
given as a token from another realm
a nurturing realization that I will be so full of me,
 without you

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