In This River We Drown In Light
In this river we drown in light
A doorway blocked from me
Yet open to dry eyes
I can only hear your hands
Clutching that splintered wood as water
Rushes to ears like war
I cry at the notion
Of you stepping through that white door
Frame as you sip whiskey
In the next room over from me
Tv mumbling comforts
Copyright © Gia Chesshir | Year Posted 2023
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