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locked doors & chemical collisions.
these days,
I’m uncertain of how much time has past
at any given moment of the day
or the night.
and these days
I’m finding myself restless,
counting dew drops and minutes,
losing track as I go.
these days,
I’m locking the car doors when you’re not around
because, maybe, the headlights aren’t enough
to guide me home safely.
these days
scatter my thoughts and memory
a continuous stream of different highs
blurring us together
and these days
are chain-smoked, love-choked,
moments of chemical collisions.
admittedly, am in love with
these days.
I’m uncertain of how much time has past
at any given moment of the day
or the night.
and these days
I’m finding myself restless,
counting dew drops and minutes,
losing track as I go.
these days,
I’m locking the car doors when you’re not around
because, maybe, the headlights aren’t enough
to guide me home safely.
these days
scatter my thoughts and memory
a continuous stream of different highs
blurring us together
and these days
are chain-smoked, love-choked,
moments of chemical collisions.
admittedly, am in love with
these days.
Published 12th Mar 2010
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14th Mar 2010 5:45pm
i was struck by two last stanzas - they are the most powerful in the whole poem. but without the previous three they wouldn't be that moving. the whole poem does wake up my dusted butterflies in the stomach
15th Mar 2010 7:11pm
yeah the last two stanzas were really the point I was trying to convey. Thank you for the feedback!
29th Nov 2010 6:09pm
