Friday, March 2, 2012


I could string each sigh that escapes from your lips
into the softest, the warmest, most beautiful song,
and tie it to forever's pallet of sounds
to dance on the air
and lull me to calm

So the sounds you exhale
could sing me to sleep,
on these nights when you're gone
and I long for your noise

And the thick quite rings to remind me how
beautiful you sound
while you're asleep

I walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror. I think of how lonely I will be for the next 30 hours, and I warmly reflect on how yours is the pink toothbrush, and mine the blue.

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