Sunday, October 4, 2015

there are limits

she wants
a momentous

i just want
a hand
to hold at

she wants
a cataclysmic

i just want
a casual love

she wants
the sun to part
in the morning
and to start
her yearnings

with the sound
of my whisperings

and all i want
is to be able to say
"eggs better be ok
because that's 
all that's left
in the fridge"

she wants
a soulmate

an alter ego

and all i can give

is toledo

(or maybe boston in the fall)

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