cherry silver street

i only want to be close to you
in the way that two branches are
passing the days ,
complete and soothed next to each other.

that is the fear
that comes from losing you.
that is the fear
of forgetting what light is like
when you close your eyes .

this is my little preview of what's inside of my unlivable universe .
"tumblriversal" - tumblr's page

"the electricity of the first slip into
the coat of a new lover-
the smell ,the heaviness,
the metaphors that " am wearing part of him"
i think of how many boxes i would have
to tug to you if ever your things couldn't feel
like mine anymore .

you keep me warm even when you are not here.
i have filled the pockets with my own things,
they have pick up my scent
they have memories of me . "