greatest day that i have known:
how do you look in the morning?
mouth dry
yellow tongued
crusty eyed . . .

you are beautiful
still
even after insomnia
even after looped replays

you are ponce's love
you are my dear, dear friend

your back hurts

once a weight's been lifted
it aches out of habit
as it's last wisps leave
it's fingers outstretched
and then
you're able to realize the tremendous pain you'd gotten used to
the overwhelming sorrow
so ingrained

greatest day that i have known:

how do you look in the morning?
mouth dry
yellow tongued
crusty eyed . . .

you are ponce's love/you are my dear, dear friend