Day 1658, standing still.

I open the drawer

with one hand

holding a picture

in the other

of you

standing in a doorway

~

I can not see

if you are leaving

or coming in

~

I only remember

that we were there

Day 1632, your face.

It looks

like I see

your face again

in everything

~

maybe

you disappear

when I open

the door

for a while

~

so you know

you can come in

Day 1611, looking.

When I sit

and look

like an eagle

~

watching what you do

hiding like a shadow

behind you

~

I search for

my

insecurity

in you

Day 1601, dragged.

Day 1601.jpg

I don’t want

to give you cover

no longer

against the rain

~

but I am still

leaving

dragged down

by the forces

that kept me

with you

Day 1591, happy.

Day 1591.jpg

In the fourth doorway

is saw you standing

~

I don’t know why

I kept opening

~

but also

stayed behind

~

from this distance

I can’t see

the age

in your eyes

~

and you know

that makes me happy

Day 1542, leave.

Day 1542

A leave

with darkness

and deep feigns

~

feeding itself

from where it all

starts

~

the dark soil

where the past

gets consumed

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