A mattress places spatially
on the living room floor
breathing always blinking
the space between his still face
and the ceiling
empty to the naked eye,
filled with thoughts.
Though his face stayed still
always still
fingers tightly grasped
holding onto her memory.
He make no attempt to keep her,
always wondered if it could last,
if his face wasn’t still
always still
afraid of breathing always blinking
afraid someone would take his breath away
like she did.















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Dream forever
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>> white lies grey love <<
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>> white lies grey love <<
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I *love* that. Good job.
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Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans--John Lennon
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>> white lies grey love <<
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you remind me of a song i used to love...
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>> white lies grey love <<
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