waking up to a flooding world

i woke up to the sound of rain. 

                               pitterpatpittperpatpitterpat.

you’re still asleep,
curled up, arm around my waist,
your head on my chest.
i hear the huffs of your breathing-
you inhale but never exhale.

                                pitterpatpitterpatpitterpat.

i brush your hair aside
and kiss your forehead.
you don’t wake up.
i stare at the spackled ceiling.

                                pitterpatpitterpatpitterpat.

faint light
floods the unfamiliar room
and i don’t recognize the sheets.
there’s a picture of a silhouette of a dog hanging on the wall.
it’s crooked.

                                 pitterpatpitterpatpitterpat.

i kiss you again
and you stir, looking up
bleary-eyed
and you’ve never looked more beautiful than in this moment.
i don’t want to leave.
i don’t ever want to forget.

                                 pitterpatpitterpatpitterpat. 

9:15 PM with 5 notes
May 05
tagged: spilled ink   what i wrote   poetry  
  1. blankslate said: i like this a lot
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