Darling
       

The days fall out of your pockets one after the other.
Soon you'll need a new jacket with tougher leather

and seams no one has felt. Soon you'll bring
the old books into your bed and sleep easy

and alone. It must be December again.
This must be the part of the story where you

refuse to say how the bodies you've walked toward
continue walking in you. With heavy black boots

in a calm procession of darling and honey—
they walk up and down the narrow streets of your heart.

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Copyright © 2013 Alex Dimitrov All rights reserved
from Begging for It
Four Way Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission