Misery is one of those common human experiences so maybe in
this piece there lies something familiar and comforting.
It’s
like misery
It’s like misery,
the cold burn of past
days that
lead these thoughts
astray,
when you and I are
two
words together, two
comets passing
in the blackness of
the night,
when I won’t miss
you,
when your name
doesn’t hang upon
my lips like grapes
upon the vine,
sitting fat and black
and waiting to exhale.
It’s like misery,
the way you’re
leaving,
the way you look at
me like
the inches have grown
to miles,
the miles to seas and
seas to oceans.
But I won’t miss you
because
the days have talked
to me,
they’ve reminded me
that we
don’t exist, we are
two wanderers
in an endless pool of
majesty that
nobody understands.
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