Dark Room Lover

Articulate
The half-formed
Stillborn
Sentence
On my lips.

Please, I beg of you
One solitary time

Tell me
You know
What I was going to say

I imagine what this room will be like
When we all have left
And the lights are out
And it’s cold and isolated
From the eyes of those
Who see its grey walls
Every day

I shiver
Oh, please
Identify
Some similarity
I need to be
A part of you
And you
Of me

This room
It makes me feel
As if
Your voice
Is still echoing
Through my mind

 

I’ve been in here
Talking with you
For eighteen days
And you’ve been gone
For twenty-one.

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About dcduell

Failed musician. Trying to write for TV. Never sure quite where I'm headed. Serial un-funnyman. I used to do a lot of writing. Sometimes I still do. So I decided to put it on the internet. I'm on Facebook and Twitter. Pretty active on the former, not so much on the latter. Holler at me.
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