Obvs Sessions

By Purposelessness

An old obsession arrives
Into my thriving hive
Who it was that placed this here
I will never know
Or if it drifted in
On the smallest fleck of snow
I take in your image
Finesse the words
As a misguided tongue
Would not be deserved
The noose around your neck
Brings around regrets

I would've held you dear
Before you disappeared
Touched your soul to mine
Until we were entwined
It makes me wonder what will come
When we all succumb
To the final end of days
A hundred days away
To hold you dear
Before we disappear
Touch my lips to yours
Break all of our laws

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Copyright 2020 Purposelessness
Published on Wednesday, March 18, 2020.     Filed under: "Reflective" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Jesus should have claimed a lesser prize.
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  • Lux On Monday, May 25, 2020, Lux (308)By person wrote:

    This makes me wonder about all the possibilities. How many paths we cross, who could be missing you and who could miss you, given the opportunity. A well-wrought prose. Thank you for sharing.

  • River Lily On Thursday, March 19, 2020, River Lily (1017)By person wrote:

    So I get the dark aspect of it, honestly and truly. But this made me sigh those end lines were perfect. Scholar

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