Who We Are in the Dark
Love and Death and Night
here we are again
sweetheart
you called me that
I repel away
thinking it felt right
but unable to admit
it was only for mothers
and their babies
not this thing
which lingers in mirrors
there is no way to not fall
asleep in the night
no way to divert
the great and terrible dream
of you and me and us
no way to pin it up
tying red strings together
to the hovering board
just to have it all fold inwards
close up your mouth
sweetheart
I’m there with you in the dark
grasping at straws
wishing you well
do you feel me now
can you hear me
About the Creator
E.L. Biron
Reader, Writer, Dog Enthusiast. Find more at papierhuis.com, IG: papierhuis
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