poetry #1

like an old dog, i will lay on the cold hard ground just to hear you speak.

you will never bore me.

i tend to hold my pillow so tight and pretend it’s you, i pretend you’re here and within my arms. 

you’re seat in my car is empty. will you please come fill it?

without you, air doesn’t move the same. the wind doesn’t speak to me like it does when you’re around. without you, it just whispers your name.

i see your face in the palm of my hands. in the perfectly laid out moss.

in the barren of the trees, and the carcasses of the streets, may we meet by the light post?

do you think of me while you fold your clothes?

i think of you when i do my laundry.