thread of hope.

October 24, 2015

i am still holding on to a thread

of hope, despite the fact there

is someone to warm half the bed

at night with you. letting her wear

your things, i wish that flashes

of me light into your scarred brain

when an old and new world clashes;

i hope these memories drive you insane.

if she calls you by the same cheesy

nickname i used to, i hope your reference

reply is lost to her. with her, it's easy

to accept her thoughtful deference

when you have your moments of weakness.

you love her average, but cherish my uniqueness.

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