
Typewriter Series #2597 by Tyler Knott Gregson
You can call yourself
whatever you wish,
but I won’t call you mine,
only you can do that.
I won’t ask you to,
wouldn’t dream of that
infraction, wouldn’t risk
the fragility of this hope,
but I’ll wish it, long for it
before sleeping, before
candle flame is extinguished
and turned to smoke
and wax, the bit left behind
in the frosting below.
Mine, maybe one day, if you
want it that way,
but I’ve been yours
longer
then I haven’t.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on May 07, 2019 18:55