Waiting

by Megan - Libra

I am alone with the beating 
of your heart. My grief plants
its seeds around the house 
that you and I shared. I
pack up my arms and legs
and begin to begin again.
My relocation is necessary.
I am welcomed into hell.
My heart died in 1946 with
Ansel Adams, awakened briefly
by your tounge and teeth and
hands. Hang heavy around my
neck, my love. I will come
back for you. This is temporary.
We are eternal. I will spin
your hair into a silken blanket
that will keep us warm. Wait.
Wait, I can smell you in the 
air like I can smell dying fires
and the coming of spring.
Waiting.

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 1999-12-05 23:15:32
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:33
Poem ID: 53921

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