Wednesday, January 03, 2018

My thoughts return to you constantly,
unbidden and miserly.
Washed away like soap bubbles,
slipping down the drain.
I can forget you
if I just let you drip down my hands,
fall onto porcelain,
rinsed away by my dampened will
and thought alone.
The resounding echo of you
fades away with every passing moment.

But day-drunk,
(oh darling)
I miss you effortlessly.

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