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A promise for the next

One hug too short

His grip slipping loose

I lose my support



My body feels cold

My sides feel bare

My heart feels empty

Without him there



I slide in my car

Slowing turn the key

Put the car in reverse

Slam the gas and flee



The sooner I leave

The sooner he'll call

His soothing calm voice

Melting it all



He'll coo in my ear

All through the drive

But once in my bed

He starts to contrive



Beginning his plan

Trying to tell

Me of the sleep

I always rebel



For the few precious moments

That his voice is with me

I’m whole once again

Or at least mostly



But the time grows near

As does my Sweet Moon

Beginning to relinquish

The depending monsoon



My waves desist

His gravity pulls less

Resulting my ocean

A calming distress



The sun rises up

My phone shakes the table

I answer it quickly

My heart beats unstable



A new motion begins

His rays feeding light

Of my producing frame

So I may grow bright



Getting off the phone

To sleep my waves away

Clinging onto

The last words we say







Inspired by:/Dedicated to: Geoffrey Michael Stevens

Created on: November 7, 2008 - 0234