A Poem by D.Luetke

by funnylittlestories

the absence
 
day breaks with a crackle
some letters are piling up
my face sinks deep
into pillows with outdated patterns
first light, brief images
jazz by matisse
i think you’re already here
quietly in the room
counting the streaks of hair that fall in my face
you’re already everything i like about today
 
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