10.10.10

10.10.10

ten times I hid myself amidst,
nine different lies. They
eight their way through
secrets, events, veins, even noises.
Around
six am would make me wish it were
five in the evening, when I was alive and
four reasons that were undisclosed, but I was happy knowing
three years before, I was a wreck and these past
two years have just been the best. No more secrets and hiding, just
One person. One someone. One significant other,
One smile.   One to hold. One who’s laugh makes things lighter,
One amazing person. One to share forever,
One to call my other side. One to call my lover.


© 2010 The Still Air

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