"I write, therefore, I am."what I see what I feel what I write who I am ask me
one saturday, i won’t have anywhere to go.
at 9:07, i’ll find you next to me
kiss your forehead
and go back to sleep
one saturday, i’ll make a slow breakfast.
while you’re in the shower,
i’m making the coffee
and you’re slipping your arms around me
one saturday, we’ll be together.
wandering farmers markets
snapping pictures of each other,
one saturday, i’ll go to sleep.
knowing that life can’t get better
that i’m not dreaming
that i’m finally home.
there’s a floor in hell
with the cold of a thousand winters
where i lay on, singing
the song of my loneliness
half hoping that you would sing with me
half hoping that you would save me
and a bit hoping for you to love that part of me