a third day.

Once brave yet always a sinner

You whisper as you slip your fingers into my spaces

A part of me dies

While the other rejoices in the afternoon sun


I don't get it

I think to myself, so quiet amidst the drone

A drone that goes steady at a low rumble

Waiting to worsen in time


You blow me little kisses as I hunt for my card

I've never been a good catcher

So your kisses fall by the wayside

Falling on deaf ears and dry lips


My eyes are blind after years of overexposure

To a world that forgot how to love unconditionally

A world gone to the dogs

Dogs who haven't eaten in weeks



I still can't hear what you claim is there

I can't see, and you won't guide me

You never did 

The End

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