602 hours
You enjoy
the time difference
don’t you?
Get to abuse the pleasure
Of rolling over
In an empty bed
Dream about brunettes
In red lace
Whispering your name
Without the guilt
Of my jealousy
Constantly pulling at your hand
Meditate your worries away
Drink coffee
Impersonating alcohol in your veins
But preach
To others
you’ve turned your life around
While living
states away
From those you love the most
And even those
You pretend
to carry such warmth for
You knew
All you had to do
Was make me blush
By spewing promises
That you would rather make
With someone else
But it got you
A place to stay
For the holidays
Suddenly thousands of miles
Away
Became close enough to touch
Yet the bed I made
For you
Remained empty
Apathetic apologies
Leaking off
Your tongue
With every
Passing
Hour
While I sat looking my best
In red lace
Watching wet mascara stain my hands
602 hours shared
Between us
Yet no ache
No yearning
No desire to hold me
At least once
You flew home
Discarding me
From your mind
Admiring
My pictures
With someone else’s face
Wishful thinking
She
Will reply to your message
Cause what is there
If there is
No chase?
I hope she never answers
Cause after twenty plus years
your bed is still at your dad’s house
It creaks
With no real
responsibility
Just the sound of
fast food wrappers, movies on full volume
And the door locking
Cause the world
doesn’t
understand you
You’ll trip up
And end up showing her
the vast dryness
The never ending emptiness
That I’ve come to know
When I looked
Into your soul
And she’ll understand too
Why you have a counterfeit
Muscular shell you show off
Copyright © Ali Lynn | Year Posted 2023
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