Fifteen Minutes Between 12 and 13
It's almost been six months since my life began
And, Christ, if it doesn't continue to change more each day
I journeyed across the state in search of my skewed picture of bliss
And wound up finding a world in your words that I never knew was there
Fifteen mere minutes
Sitting by your side in the stairwell
And hearing your voice in my ears like swallowing warm cocoa on a cold day
So sweet, so low, echoing through the endless floors
Eyes burning into me like an ocean aflame
Saying exactly what I hoped you would
Refusing to pervert a moment filled with what I need
With all the things I think that I want
You touch me
The electricity flows
High on the surreality of the world swirling around me
You hold me, kiss me goodnight
And it's funny how "Goodbye" doesn't seem like it at all
I watch as you climb the staircase
Slipping out the door as quickly and quietly as I can
And before I retire to my hard, hotel bed to dream of you
I spend my last waking moments to hear you climb up the stairs...
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