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I move across the room slowly
To the dresser that still holds your clothes.
It’s not the only thing of yours that it holds.
And that’s why I’m there.

Today I realized it with utter certainty.
A certainty so tactile and penetrating;
The kind that clots in your throat,
And turns leaden in your heart…
I was always wanting just a little longer.

At the bottom of the drawer,
My fingers brush a small velvet box.
The corner of my eye starts to sting.
Grief is knocking.
I always find it hard to not invite him in.

My teeth cut into my lip,
After all, what’s one more scar?
They all belong to you anyway.
Just one more thing I’ll have for you
While I count down the minutes until forever.

I draw a faltered breath.
I drop to my knees.
I clutch the box tightly in my hands.
And memory cascades through me,
Turning to these bitter tears that fall to the floor.

Letting go is hard to do.
I guess I wanted just a little longer…
I guess I’m always going to want just a little longer.
bad night. bad dream. now im in a bad place. nothing more i can (or want to) say. sorry, just feeling horrible. writing this helped a little. medicine(s) will help as well. goodnight.
Laeneris Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2013  Student Writer
I guess I’m always going to want just a little longer.

That is so powerful. It's exactly how I feel a lot of the time, and I was in tears before reaching the end of the poem...
feekmasterson Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
wow. thank you so much. im sorry you feel that way a lot. and im sorry that you teared up. it does mean a lot to me though, that someone can feel so strongly from something i wrote. so thank you. :thanks:
Laeneris Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2013  Student Writer
No, it's okay, it's not necessarily a bad thing to get in touch with your feelings, not for me at least :huggle:
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