The Waiting Room

In every dead hour
she still finds time
to love this thing.
She pulls me
by my mouth
up into the air –
forcing the night
to relinquish its hold
from my lungs
allowing me to breathe.
& she peers into
the hollow of every
broken piece –
where everything’s LED –
but the way it bleeds
across her curls &
open lips
brings to my dying heart
a wish – to live
like the light dancing
on her skin.

© Audrey Rosengreen, 2018

2 thoughts on “The Waiting Room

  1. Honey bunches, this is beautiful yet sad 🙇🏻‍♀️. I know how you’ve been feeling, but I’m always here for you ❤️❤️. I love you and miss you with all my heart. You’re the best person I know ❤️❤️.

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