an ode to the empty 

dear darlin

where would I be at 3:16am without you? …

where would you find these words but here alone?

between the window light and your timid lips and the floor lamp and your silhouette 

between the empty New York city street lights and the suits and Vans and longboards and fast cars and the west coast piers and taxi rides with McDonald’s breakfast and rooftop cocktail parties 

between the stolen moments and your gentle curves that bend the golden stuff of late nights and keypads and the naked humility of the day along your thigh to the floor 

to the reflections of my words that hold you still in the empty perfection of my waking


I owe you this and more

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