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the reason you don’t miss me yet
is cause I’m easy to forget
i’m the morning light shining
through your window
i’m the water running
hot and cold
i’m the shaving nick
on your upper lip
i’m your morning paper
bagged and rolled.
the reason you don’t miss me yet
is cause I haven’t left you yet
i’m the wine stain
on your carpet
i’m the white sock
in your bottom drawer
i’m the t-shirt
in your closet
and the cell phone ring
you can’t ignore.
the reason you don’t miss me yet
is cause you’re trying to forget
i’m the photos
facing the wall
i’m the paintings
under your bed
i’m the chess board
sealed in the box
i’m the memories
in your head.
the reason I don’t miss you yet?
it’s cause I’ve learned how to forget.
turning, twisting, tightly entwined
your weight and your fluttering hands
movement, excitement, apprehension:
the sinews of your smell
and the bones of your breath
shifting, smiling, subdermal sensation
bending like a boomerang
stretching from head to toe:
solving for some arbitrary
equation of a line
fumbling, flipping, flat on the floor
advancing onward into the unknown
your eyelashes kiss my chest:
your nose is an arrow
through my heart
the windows to your soul are flung open
the wind gusts in with the driving force
of a sharp exhalation:
I hear your touch
and taste your scent
at long last the line
curves and contorts, creating
a slippery, sloping figure eight:
seamlessly joined
unbreakable by nature
this is the infinity of our love
this is the infinity of our trust
this is the infinity of our bond
this is the infinity of us
Dean Ray Koontz (via misswallflower)
(via teachingliteracy)
My second love was the wandering one
Ignited my heart and then stole it away
Forever moving and on the run
Dancing to keep the world at bay.
My second love was the passionate one
Don’t think my feet once touched the ground
But in his eyes lay the smoking gun
I couldn’t make him stick around.
My second love was the challenging one
In that place between white and black
Brought me to my knees where I came undone
When he said he couldn’t love me back.
My second love was the strengthening one
Learned that I could keep dancing on my own
That I could find peace and inspiration
Within myself, and myself alone.
Jonathan Safran Foer (via girlinlondon)
(via teachingliteracy)