Thursday, February 9, 2017

What am I Asking For?

Nothing last
forever. What is
your idea
of happiness? I don't understand
how you don't see
that powerful hand grabbing
as it ticks towards
this bed. It is temporary,
this flesh. Yet, my memory holds
steadfast. My anxiety is
expecting your absence.
I am the cause,
         fearful of the effect.

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