The Downsides of an Ever Expanding Universe, #7

All this extra time and space does nothing to alleviate the way I miss your pretty face when we’re wrapped in a blanket -all these improving bank statements, sounding better every day with higher figures, steady growing – oh no numbers match the glowing of your face against the starlight of some lonely hunter’s belt when it’s cold and we have got the whole street to ourselves – I can keep making you happy (if you’ll let me) – I am sensing things I hope do not exist, repeating to myself in mirrors that you still think of my kiss sometimes and stare wistfully out the window.


~ by perfectionatrix on January 2, 2013.

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