Sunday, October 4

If ever

The clouds trickle their grayness into my blood,
and everything becomes commonly uncommon.
The air pricks my skin and makes my bones hurt
with cold.
It’s cold without you
and I haven’t learned how it’s with you yet
If ever.

That is where I’m going
And I have all the options, and all the opportunities are mine,
and I can have anything I want
Except I don’t.
You I can’t have yet
If ever.

Immobile. My fingers rest onto my immobile heart.
Forgetting and wishing to relive
I search and find you distant
more and more each day
as if we didn’t exist once upon a time
If ever.
Photo by Woolf83

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