Even in the darkness I know you.
Your fingers find mine and the world lights up.
Sometimes it feels too good to be true.
To be the heart yours wants to envelop.
I can smell the coffee brewing in the next room.
I can hear the clock tick above my head.
I know our alarms will be sounding soon.
And begrudgingly we'll pick our bodies from bed.
But for now I can see your face relaxed.
Your mind for once at ease.
The day is sure to leave us taxed.
But come evening I'll have you back to squeeze.
About the Creator
Ariel Joseph
I love to write pretty much everything and anything, except a profile page bio.
Keep reading
More stories from Ariel Joseph and writers in Poets and other communities.
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
This is lovely