|Summerless|
First time I’ve ever tried writing a piece through the eyes of another person. – ccgm
the fever and exhaustion,
the endless discussion.
Broken boxes, empty metal cages…
With steps forward
and nothing but blooming ages…
It’s the same but different
since they’ve all been gone…
Since the mirror
wasn’t your picture on my nightstand
or a sihlouette of subtle rage…
It hurts, it drives,
I’m but a ghost of where I’ll be.
And when I’m there it’ll be the same.
But nothing compares, nothing compares…
To having you there.
We fill the nights with chatter, laughter…
Idle manners and sideline answers…
This isn’t what I want,
but more of who I’ll be.
Let’s not want anymore,
let’s just be.
I’ll exist and breathe you in,
with less than volume mixed…
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