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The train finally appeared after waiting on the platform for an interminable 10 minutes and i thought of you

As it peaked over whatever turn

The sodium lights burning a hole into the black horizon of the city skyline

I thought of you

These are times that cant be weathered

Im only ever talking to you Abigail

I see myself in your locality in less than 24 months. You will be the mother to my children in a couple years mark my word. I have been belly aching and paranoid that you have a boyfriend now and thats the reason for the emotional distance but thats fine. Ill keep my cool. I love you ill propose at 40.741895,-73.989308 in lets call it 36 months its all chill.

You’ve been on my mind consistently these days

And every day for almost two years

But also these days

Nothing i can do about i dont think

Last night i had a dream

You in my arms

You in a one piece swim suit

There hasn’t been a day

In almost two years

Where i haven’t thought

Of you

I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep

I was afraid I would wake up forgetting

you didnt come up once

why would you none of those people have met you

but you are the background radiation to my everexpandinglife

the snow when i close my televisioneyes

such a balancing act of being cool but sure that you know i could never be over you

it ebbs and flows

or at least i always feel more consumed by you than everbefore

ill call you tomorrow

or friday

or both

mutant-distraction

Landing print in the snow by an owl.

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it’s excruciating to imagine

a world wherein i will never taste

your exhale in my nostrils

or your cuticles on the pad

of my fingers on your bare

skin on my skin smelling

your lotion and perfume on

my neck the

next day

dragging memories back into

my mind of your knowing smile

or twinkle in your eye

recently i have been stuck thinking about psalm 22:1 “why are you so far from saving me” “my heart is like wax; it is melted in my chest” why do i groan and ache and nothing comes to alleviate that suffering deep in my stomach? am i forsaken? doubt it. surely theres so lesson here. at least thats what has kept me afloat. like a castaway hallucinating a ship’s sails on the horizon. every voice has waves that are ever briefly interpreted by my mind as yours. on your bed. “hey cutie”