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I sit by the window,
letting the dusk illuminate my swollen eyes that got tired,
tired of waiting for an owl with your letter.
I thought of the countless words that
I have weaved and the words
that you have spilled,
on how they formed into this fragile and narrow bridge,
that connects us--our hearts,
yours with rooms so many as to mine
that is only yours and the rest is empty.
In this dimly lit room,
I thought of how love
brought us to each other and how its flames--
raw and untamed,
danced destructively on our bridge,
burned away the traces of ink,
our mighty parchments of love and longing now into ashes.
So I write to you,
to reach you and to build another bridge--
one that is braver and stronger not any emotion could ever break.
I wait for your turn to
write with a tear-stained face,
that my arms are not the ruins of our past,
it is where our love,
your home,
your only place and
hoped you might want to come back.
How does midnight, the ungodly hour of both an ending and starting of the day, fears you?
9338 Launches
Part of the Love collection
Published on March 29, 2018
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