“It wasn’t raining the day you left, and maybe that’s why I didn’t see this coming. Because it’s always raining in poems when someone decides to call it quits, but with you, it was mostly just an empty sky. You told me we were both loaded guns with no targets left to shoot at, and that it was time to love in softer ways. I pray the words don’t leave me the way you did. Too much quiet and no thunder to warn about the way I’ll start counting the earth’s rotations wondering if I am really going somewhere or not. Turns out I don’t need your weight on top of me for the planet to tilt from the enormity of what lives underneath my skin. Turns out it takes almost ten minutes for the sun to reach out far enough to hold my hand from where she’s singing and even less time when no one’s standing in my way.”
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 18:01:25 +0000
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