Poetry · Writing

Will of a lover

I’ll tell her everyday

if I have to. No short term loss

this isn’t ten second Tom, no

it’s a memory. A memory of a night

an elephant and a bracelet. I’ll tell her

everyday-

if I have too. She’ll never forgot or doubt me even when the clouds or black

food is cold or the bed has gone empty.

The light will flicker through our window, holding your hand

kissing the apple on your cheek

telling you for the day

that I’ll be here.

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