I do not count the days,
I've known you
As you've already Left
Nor do I count the hours,
As I stand here in the Rain
The Hungers, I keep at Bay
Our Loves, I felt you too
Trapped in this tactile zoo.
A feral avalanche upon the deaf,
I do not count the beats
I can't hear our pain
As kindsness sours.
An open cleft
Where nothing
We ever say...
You've got to stray,
Tear a crack
Never look back.
A 'love' poem I had written on someone who's already broken with their partner left, but their passions stayed. Blinded and Deafened (Figuratively) with their own feelings, they come to understand it was better for the person to leave than live with an emotional hurricane. Reminiscent of how I was when I was younger, with my first partner.
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