we always knew this day would come, didn't we, old man?
though i made believe otherwise and you let me pretend.
coffinside, i couldn't help but smile admiring for the last time
that favored arrangement of features,
thinking of all the times i faked sleep for
countless minutes while you stood motionless in my doorway
admiring the same
believing yourself alone
a shadow in a half lit hallway silently defining love.
Short sharp sticks courtesy of Laura Slack
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