Disjointed

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I wake up every morning feeling like I'm in some YA dystopian novel. Our new reality feels so completely warped.

We weren't supposed to run out of laters so quickly.

I was going to take you dancing next Saturday,

I promised.

Not only did I mean it,

I felt it.

Knew it was going to happen in my bones.

I think they and I are in the wrong place,

the wrong time.

We've got to be because we knew the future,

or maybe we just knew ourselves.

 

 

I was going to ask you on a date.

We'd do something fun, you'd be around for my birthday,

I'd hold your hand,

maybe touch your hair.

It might have been perfect.

In the other world, 

the one I'm supposed to be in.

You would have sang me something sweet and silly.

Kissed my head and let me curl up in my thoughts.

Held me firmly but delicately,

and I would have sang you a song.


Submitted: May 10, 2020

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