how can one day mean so much<\/p>\n
i’ve been looking at my phone every second, feeling phantom buzzes<\/p>\n
i slept well, just knowing I could not be with you, even in our way<\/p>\n
does that mean I shouldn’t or should<\/p>\n
But when I woke, I wanted it again<\/p>\n
The simple touch-not-touch that we allow<\/p>\n
And now with so much work ahead<\/p>\n
I wonder what to do with all the choices, all at once<\/p>\n
And the world wants me to stay<\/p>\n
And the world will punish me if I go<\/p>\n
Maybe the world won’t be able to find me<\/p>\n
I am so good at hiding<\/p>\n
but if I leave for the mediterranean, for real or fantasy<\/p>\n
could you come along, and how long would you stay<\/p>\n
A single day the centuries envy now<\/p>\n
when phantom messages the seconds all assert<\/p>\n
untroubled sleep this distance will allow<\/p>\n
but still of soul should not imply inert<\/p>\n
For when I woke, the wonder worked anew<\/p>\n
unearthly want of games and treasured time<\/p>\n
to gild the night and gird the morning dew<\/p>\n
and reason bolster stronger than a rhyme<\/p>\n
Clandestine trysts do not distress a heart<\/p>\n
which hides in barricades against assault.<\/p>\n
Such worldly care may seek to rend apart<\/p>\n
but in this armor fails to find a fault.<\/p>\n
If such a heart as mine has met its mate<\/p>\n
then doom\u00e9d heart, submit to fickle fate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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