caadam
You said you'd be here soon. Right in this text. I waited and stayed—here at my window, I did. You never came. I thought, perhaps you hit traffic. Then I remembered it was 2 AM in the morning.
Library, library,
where for art thou?
Just up a few streets!
2.50 to get to you
is 2.50 too much.
Shit. But I love you still.
Think of me, xoxo.
A library is full of little big bangs
Or, if you prefer,
creations of little gods.
Authors.
We know the beginning,
but look anxiously for the end,
searching, contemplating,
curiously, childishly.
writing since 2012 · 4 entries · 3 days shown up
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the words Ca. reaches for
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