You're voice.
Is like a sweet, low grumble
In my ear
That echoes through my body
And resonates with
My thoughts.
I want you.
Here with me.
My thoughts,
I'm scared as to what the future holds.
I'm scared of my closet door opened.
I'm scared.
Of what the future holds.
Of how many doors have closed.
But when those closed
You opened.
Opened up to me.
Keep telling me about you.
Don't doubt you
As much as I do.
My future
Is a shaky image
In the back of my head.
A thought
That shares space
With you.
And your sweet rumbling
Voice.
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Letters to Someone
PoetryA brief timeline of the ups and downs my s/o and I had, loved him then...
