squeaky-clean consciousness returned sharply between my tiny ears this morning
antiseptic jarring
first thing I thought of?
guess
stumbled lonely from my sister's couch
(there is no bed unless you are here)
listless
grabbed glasses
GOOD MORNING, SIR, AND WELCOME BACK TO INSECURITY.
...ssshhhh...
searching for the assuring voices you left me
I'm not sure whether I could comprehend your words in my state of mind
I know what it says but
curls and sways and the dots over i are caffeine that sate my shakes
(not like I haven't memorized you)
the only capital letter in your green ink is the first letter in my name
(inhale)
I remember
I remember
I remember you love me
my heart took a shower in you when I woke up today
wish you were here but
I know that you are.
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for Blue.
Written October 28th, 2003
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Cool poem! I just went through something like that a couple months ago...all I knew is that he loved me. Everywhere I went, I went alone, my only solace was that I knew he loved me. I wrote a few poems about it. Your poem is cleverly descriptive of what your morning is like. Sorry it was so bad. Great that she still loves you.
Happy Hallow's Eve, Blessed Be Always, ~Ricci Croix~ -
"(there is no bed unless you are here)"
I feel the same way!
This is brilliant. I can see you doing all of these things. The more I think about it, I think my favorite line is "(not like I haven't memorized you)" because we always do this. We go over the finest details trying to memorize every tiny bit because we care so much in noticing and knowing everything. Hooray!
I love you, Baby.
and Thank you for this.
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