Days I Spend With You

© FLOAT by WÆRN

Our days float. Drifting slowly like a boat on a river. Circular time, no beginning or end, only instincts of survival.

Breathe, and let your heart beat. The blink of an eye. Repeat. Don’t stop. Hold on. Stay with me. Repeat.

Our days float, lying close on that cold wooden floor while cars of the night turn to waves on a beach. While the storms pass by, and nothing else matters. No days, no nights. Only light, divided by dark.

The floor squeaks as I try to slide into the invisible. She turns around, and I listen while she understands. Eyes of forgiveness through my lens of un-comprehend.

“I am not a sad person,” she said, “These are just tears, nothing else.”

Our days float. Drifting slowly, like a boat on a river.

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