Sunday, March 27, 2016

DeLorean (The Bed I Make but Never Sleep In)

My heart is a broken time machine
My memory too
It replays everything I ever said to you
our first hello,
my expectant words
that say good bye
and I love you

It actually embarrasses me
that the room I reserved for strangers
comes with a tear in the blue sheets
Perhaps I shouldn't remind you of that
in the middle of your sleep
how could you know
about softener sheets

It scares me with all of me
that this brand new bed
is mine and only mine
except for those few moments
spent with you
I may as well die now
except you noticed I was alive

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