he is curled up in a ball
he knows what is coming
but he always imagines
it is going to be different
this time
this time
it is going to be a clown
making balloon animals
it is going to be acrobats
twirling by their teeth
twenty feet in the air
he will go to a place
filled with magic
with cotton candy clouds
he’ll ride a unicorn
over chocolate trails
in a gum drop forest
but it isn’t going to be different
not this time
this time
it will be her smile
carving the vines
around his heart
untethering his soul
so it flies off
like a beam of light
to take up residence
in her bosom
like always
but still he sleeps
still he dreams
still a piece of him
is always
with her
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Oh mike. You sweet soul.
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In Texas they say bless your heart to call you a dumb ass to your face. This feels similar… lol
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Haha!
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Wait. You didn’t argue…
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oohhh…. you noticed that, did you?
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No more poems about her. Gotcha. I don’t know if I have anything else to write about
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Nooo!!! Keep writing!!!
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This is beautiful!
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