Poetry · Writing

your song

this dream-

the one that calls me in the morning

eats with me at lunch

and crawls into my sheets every night-

i remember our first dance

to Maroon 5 in a gym

now we slow dance to Elton John

i miss my wife

but this life

swipes my throat like a pup’s belly.

treasure;

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