XLIII.

two labels.
uh oh.
i wish you kept a stupid blog too.

i stay up late these nights.
wishing that you kept a stupid blog too.

or that we could talk.

my thoughts, plain and unprepared.

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and as for you.
i always want to be living this life —
testing the reality of your truth.
it is real.
but i slip so quickly into drifting.
into this human hollow.

here is the poetry of this night.

night wind. i like it.
i'll sleep with all the doors open.
dishwasher sounds and a distant voice —

"bigger than the sea, bigger than me
a love so wide, it's bigger than the tide
and i'm exploding inside —"

up from the floors rises the tide.
a gentle spread of water on our feet.
i want to feel you like a breath beside me.
like pressure on my skin.
"it's not all there is."

what will it be like on that day?

last night, the tears and the thunder.
today, our choice.
a flash of blue.
you have given me your mind.

show me how to love you.
this life is nothing if not a prayer.