On the ceiling

Waiting patiently and silently

Without a flinch even though I’m defying nature

This is major for me,

 Being here & waiting for you

Waiting patiently & silently

Without a flinch or unease

Could it be the lovely kind of disease?

I’m just happy to be waiting for you

Patiently & silently

Then more waiting until your arrival

I know you to be one to arrive,

So I’ll be here waiting patiently and silently

For you

Arrive.

The bottle

On the table lies the bottle...
a reminder of yester-year, however rotten
To me,
then,
the bottle,
a representation of us and times of merriment
looking at it now, I realise the beginning of the end of us
I wish you were here so I could hold you one last time,
I move back and never to the front
I wish you were here so we could share one last glass,
I move back and never forward
in crowds I smile...
then the bottle.
it sits on the table, our favourite wine
I wish you were here so I could hold you one last time
I wish you were here,
my wine...
you fucking swine!

once,

I tried to exercise my idea of strength with the wrong person

for months,

the consequence of that decision in close vision

myopia ravaging my utopia

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