(Source noctrem)
"...I remember
how seeing the shape of your mouth
that first time, I kept staring
until my blood turned to rain.
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Missing someone is like hearing
Missing someone is like hearing
a name sung quietly from somewhere
behind you. Even after you know
no one is there, you keep looking back
until on a silver afternoon like this
you find yourself breathing just enough
to make a small dent in the air.
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...sometimes I miss you
the way someone drowning
remembers the air.
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none of them really understands
none of them really understands
what the clock is always teaching
about the way things disappear."
Из "Slow Dance" на Tim Seibles
