Vanilla
Vanilla hangs on the air,
a ghost smiling sweetly at me.
I lay on the floor,
my heart beats with the ticking of the clock.
That clock has to be tired.
My eyes roll to the doorway.
The walls ask me where she's gone.
"Home." I say.
Two weeks since I slept in the warmest bed.
Two weeks since I could run without losing breath.
Looking to the cottage cheese ceiling,
I imagine I am microscopic.
I run between the giant white hills,
the ticking clock resonating like a gong falling
from the top shelf.
I run with the fury of love,
her spirit filling my lungs.
Clinging to her shirt, breathing deep that vanilla scent,
I decide I will lay here for some time.
a ghost smiling sweetly at me.
I lay on the floor,
my heart beats with the ticking of the clock.
That clock has to be tired.
My eyes roll to the doorway.
The walls ask me where she's gone.
"Home." I say.
Two weeks since I slept in the warmest bed.
Two weeks since I could run without losing breath.
Looking to the cottage cheese ceiling,
I imagine I am microscopic.
I run between the giant white hills,
the ticking clock resonating like a gong falling
from the top shelf.
I run with the fury of love,
her spirit filling my lungs.
Clinging to her shirt, breathing deep that vanilla scent,
I decide I will lay here for some time.
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