At Least, Until


The taste of someone
else might lull me to sleep
But all I can think about
Is every
Single
Time
I made you laugh so hard
that you cried
It’s one long shadow of joy
cast on my minefield of a mind
Never loud enough
never bright enough
to mask the scent of him
The scent that spells “WRONG”
As it enters my bloodstream
And I realize:
you are the only person
that I ever made that happy
in my whole life
And maybe that’s the worst part
about losing you
At least, until another sleepless night.

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