Poem of the Week

Weather or Not

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

You drain me

The part of me
that lives within you
is reduced over hours
until drop by drop
I am nothing
more than what runs
down my spine
and waits
for a breeze that never comes

You still me

The part of me
I keep
in shade and quiet
away from your
relentless glare

and falls into bed
against a pillow
hot on both sides
sheets that never seem
to fully dry from
the nights before
and the days spent

You exhaust me


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