this hotel bed is too big, without another in which to share it

a cloud

one that doesn’t feel right alone

i will clutch my pillow, pretend it is Her, the fool lost in dream

when i awake, with Her scent still in my mind, the phantom feel of Her lips, Her skin pressed close to mine

a dream from which i hope to never wake

for i am Her’s

always was

just never knew it before

a metaphor become meteor become falling so hard yet never hitting ground




onto a cloud in a hotel in atlanta, so far from home, a bed too big for one, home to dream

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