How can I see all I am missing when it is
things I’ve never seen?
How do I know what your arms would look
like painted with sunrise and
the lines from the blinds on the windows?
How your back will
become littered with goosebumps when by a
combination of accident and
precise purpose, my fingers brush your
spine as I zip and unzip
your dress?
What do I hold, where do I put this ache and how do
I stop being so frightened by the sound of
my own voice echoing
back through the emptiness when it screams
the words
I Love You back to me only softer, only
further away. How do
I not feel broken when the final echo stops
and the sound of
Love and You fades into nothing once more?
-Fin-
~ Tyler Knott Gregson
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