Sunday, September 22, 2013

Wet Dark Days Like These


Wet dark days like these remind me of you
Sleeping in with windows open
Holding your face close to mine, kissing you softly
Morning walks to get eggs and coffee
I don’t believe in love anymore
I don’t know what its for

What I miss most is lying next to you
Half awake, half asleep
In the morning time when we are both grey & groggy
Barefoot quiet through the neighborhood at night
Just smelling life

I would wish you to break in through the door
But I don’t believe in love anymore
It belongs in the dirt, with the bugs and the worms

-Emily Clibourn

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