Still here.
0-0-0
My cold feet touch the wood.
The ceiling fan has no mood.
You sleep against my arm.
Keeping all my thoughts really calm.
0-0-0
It was snowing when we met.
No, it was dry.
You had that ripped blue coat.
And I caught your beautiful blue eye.
0-0-0
The fan clicks crazily in the dark.
A rhythm in my pulsing red blood.
Love is not a magic spell.
It always survives in the dirty mud.
0-0-0
I almost told you that I love you.
Never mind.
0-0-0
The streetlamp paints the bare wall.
Gold dust freezes in the air.
Everything stops.
I trace your tangled hair.
0-0-0
You shift and pull me close.
The fan still clicks overhead.
We survived another heavy year.
I watch you lying in the bed.
0-0-0
Still here.
I close my eyes.
Maybe you know.
I love you, no lies.
About the Creator
Manuel C.
I have been searching for my soul for years through writing, but I know that in the end, I will find it beside a river.
If you like my creations, leave a kind comment and I will gladly reply to you.
Comments (4)
This is terrific! What a way with words you have. The imagery and irony and tones...just wonderful.
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This was so deep and beautiful. Loved it!
Love is beautiful in every way. Even when people part that bond they share is something.