i fumble for my keys in the
dark and
fall
hard
against
the
door
my cheek is pressed into
the white wood
that looks grey
in the flickering light of
the streetlamp
when i think of
you for absolutely no fucking
reason and
sigh,
the noise wine-sweet and
resigned
i fumble for my keys in the
dark and
fall
hard
against
the thought of you
.
YOU ARE READING
but i must admit
Poetry“but i must admit i miss you quite terribly. the world is too quiet without you nearby. i go to bed early and rise late and feel as if i have hardly slept at all.”
