errormessage404

United Kingdom

i write gay-ass poetry and vibe

the continuity of stars

April 27, 2020

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These years blended into
the sound of the kettle
whistling on the stove.
the smell of violet syrup
floating through the house,
star-gazing through
our bedroom window,
and your floral dresses,
hung on the line.
but as we age,
together.
always together.
things change.
You grow colder in the drafty house,
the garden slowly get to much for our slowing pace,
you have to help me up the stairs,
and your hands shake when pouring tea.
And life seems slower,
the days of travel,
big cities and hard work
are gone.
But still 
the stair from our bedroom window, remain the 
same. 

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  • Anlee

    "you have to help me up the stairs,
    and your hands shake when pouring tea."
    this is so so stunning! beautifully written <33


    25 days ago