5/11/2026, Wednesday
1:10 p.m.
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There was once a time when
we were a picture perfect match–
Like rain mixing with soil,
Like birdsong joining the rising sun,
Like pebbles resting on a riverbed.
I do not know when
the cruel hands of Time
whet away at you and I,
sharpening our words,
and distorting our perceptions
of one another.
Now, I miss you, loathe you,
long for you, and search for you.
Like a man starved,
I hunger for you.
And yet, you elude me so.
Despite the thoughts
swirling around in my head
and the words resting
on the tip of my tongue,
when I open my mouth
or put pen to paper
there is nothing,
except for shallow breaths
and bleeding ink.
ᝰ.ᐟ
