if you want to goMature

Make room on the bed,
I expect we’ll need a lot of space
to put all these trivialities between us.
Turn them into walls we never
thought we’d be building.
I imagined you sipping coffee,
all morning hair and clove cigarettes.
I imagined you, scruff and fingers,
nothing but bed sheets and sunlight.
But you are silent dawn and
inexplicably cold nights.
If you want to go
then why do you always

The End

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