never take it back

I was dreaming
just a moment ago, dreaming
of a life where I had
you, dreaming
of a time when you were
Now, I find,
I’m drifting
through the lonely spaces, sifting
through the lonely faces, dreaming
of the way everything was
on fire, dreaming
of the way you lifted
me up while we talked
so fast we had to use
our hands to slow
ourselves down, to make
space inside the worlds we were
together. You asked
me to be
yours, once. I’m finally saying
yes and I hope
to all I ever hope
to make
that you’ll hear
me, and still want
me the way you once did,
so many lifetimes ago.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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One Response to never take it back

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Jesus, Jones… are you okay? I know you have some family stuff going on but this just stabs at me – tell me what’s going on!

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