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A Sort Of Timeline
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2018 Week -∞
It is past two a.m. Her face is one of few with the lights still on, behind closed doors, five floors off the ground in a town people love to complain about but I can find everything I want right here. I was tired minutes ago but I am not leaving.
Week -5
We lie a foot apart and for once my sleep does not break.
Week -3
I have never been so content to forget about everything else just because I’m here.
Week -2
I wait for her come over?
Week 0
We are across the city, universe, apart.
A group of us sits on the pavement with popsicles welcoming the coming spring
and she is alone.
I am not thinking except of her.
Week 0
I sit on the floor and her mind pours a stream through my eyes.
Week 0
I should not even be the one crying.
Week 0
I kick myself for waiting, for not waiting, for being the distraction.
Week 0
She says it is a poetry sort of thing and I break.
Week 0
I don’t sleep much.
Week 1
She could light up a room or two.
Week 1
There is so much cutting ties
and I feel as if my words have stolen something from her.
Week 2
I wish I could do anything but pull away.
Week 3
I have never held anything as soft as her hand.
Week 3
Kissing her is a supernova.
Week 7
Stay.
I don’t sleep much.
Week 7
I fall in love with her,
day by day.
Week 7
I wake up suddenly.
She is here.
It is strange that she’s here.
Week 54
She is still here.
