Frozen

Sometimes
I am an ocean,
calm,
turbulent,
unpredictable,

and I
can’t write,
can’t speak,

because I want
that free,
that epic frozen moment
you relive each time
you close your eyes.

Months,
years,
decades later

you can still feel
his hands,
the way you tremble
when his lips finally land
on your skin

but it’s
gone,
faded,
broken
by reality,
by the things set out
in front of you,

the things that are supposed to be
the things that make you
tremble,
anticipate,
freeze minutes with memories
so you can relive

each touch,
each fragment

of time.

It’s not that.

It’s not what it should be,

so pain eats
your spine,
your heart,
your fucking future
because you accidentally froze
the wrong moment.

~Patience

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