Rain pouring down on a Sunday afternoon,
The sound of your voice,
Staying in and enjoying some tea,
Watching our favorite show,
Your body against mine,
Dancing our hearts out to music.
I turn to my lover and ask
" Do you love me? "
And they replied
" Of course I do. Why do you ask? "
I look at them with sad eyes
" Because this feels like a fantasy and I'm afraid that it isn't real. "
They pull me close and hold me
as if I'll fall apart.
" Is my heart beat still there for you to listen to at night when you can't sleep? "
I put my ear to they chest and
hear that drum that keeps us alive and nod.
" Are my arms there to catch you when you fall? "
Looking at their arms that are wrapped around my waist and nod.
" Do you still hear my voice for when you need help I will be there to talk you through it? "
Hearing you voice and listening intently to every word they say and nod.
"So does that answer your question? "
Turning my head to my lover
" Yes. "
I whisper as I am knelt over a fresh patch of dirt
My tear stained face leaned against your tombstone
As the memories
of us together rack my brain ,
I whisper
" Always and forever. "
Started (7/5/18) 4:11 AM
Finished (7/5/18) 4:41 AM
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late night drabbles
Poetrythis is a book composed of poems or short stories that i usually write late at night . most of this is so i can transfer these stories from my phone to my computer so i might upload twice some days or not post anything for a few weeks . but if you d...
