Category : Poems
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“A common place for misconception is in her eyes,”
He said and didn't speak after.
And at that very haunting moment I realized
That they both are bursting at the seams in disaster
But he
Does so for she.
And she, does so for growth.
There is not a single ounce of hope
In the way that he longs to be the one
That holds her hand tightly
And not take her to heaven from hell
But be there as she prevails.
I hear the desire in the manner in which he breathes.
I feel the heartbreak when his breath leaves,
Skating across his lips as if it were teasing him
For he cannot fill the air in his lungs.
And each time his phone rings
Or fails to ring, it feels as if his soul was stung.
He doesn’t have to utter those words for me to know.
I've been there.
I've been without air
Dying as I chased hopelessness,
Following behind an empty kiss.
But this moment isn't about me.
It's about the cemetery that my best friend
Made his best friend.
And how he found the warmth of dirt more soothing
Than anything else.
And in turn, I'm comfortable in those same graves.
Rest assured, my friend
The pain will end.
