And I thought of you
As I always do
When there is silence and void.
I suppose you filled those once.
Filled me.
I remember the ways you held me
Those cold nights in your embrace
Your beard in my face.
I must have read lies in your thumbs
My brain went numb.
Lies in your licking
Your lapping
Your gentle slapping.
It was all a dream.
A bubble.
No beard just stubble.
You cut me out as you would your nails
A half thought before breakfast
A chore.
A tick on your to-do list.
Maybe that’s why I’m pissed.
I was left seeking more.
More than a cut.
More than a snip.
But all I was to you was a
Dead end.
(c) Slumpless
