SOL: Patient

Filing away loose moments like
Spare change
Time on a plane you loathe to
Erase, like the smile on
Your face when I stripped down to
Bare emotion and lace
It all feels so familiar as you lick
Off the taste, bitter on the lips
But answers to the same name

3AM Thoughts // AKA “A Fleeting Month, The Longest Night.”

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