thanks for calling

why can't someone just throw down the walls
reveal glossy-eyed cameras
and yell surprise – it's all a joke
show me that there's still a road to him
my passion
despite the dizzy reality
even after the sequels
and parting
please tell me that i can at
least have one
sabbatical with you, dear love
and we'll watch the rain
dripping off earth's angles
sun hitting my hair
suspended in seconds before the bell rang
come back to me
and i'll no longer write
sad poems

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could you just be the first ten
minutes everyday?
the time where you glimmer
like i have something to give you but don’t
all at the same time
scoop me in and strip concerns off my wrist
the calm before our storm
don’t you have someplace to be
chase the sounds of the city
so i can come back to you
and have our entrance
one more time