Waking up at every movement you made- my heart would race.

Laying beside me with blankets of darkness and fabric- heated internally.

Any moment waiting for the cue to leave- acting as though it was my planned deed.

Shallow dreaming, hearing things- conscious feeling, you touch me.


We have 2 months-

We have one month-

3 weeks-

Two weeks-

Say you needed me-

Saying I can’t breathe-

I hate this-

2 weeks earlier and life would have paused for me-


 

Waking up to the sound of him in his crib-

You smiling-

Coffee….iced…hot…French press…

With you?

Please….

Forever Please……


 

No one will answer me……..

Suffocated-

Gasping-

Only welcome when entangled with you-

Dilated eyes………

 

 

 

 

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