Work Poem, 3:27AM

No stack of books
will ever compare
to your hands on my face.

The tempo of this place
will never outpace
my love for you,

no matter how hard it tries.
I want to be lying beside you,
is that unreasonable?

or worse, unremarkable?
This table swimming
in pages and fingerprints

is a monument,
a monument to wanting
to be elsewhere,

wanting to be where you are.

-r. miller


3 thoughts on “Work Poem, 3:27AM

  1. there are just times, when you feel that you can’t live without someone, then, reality hits you, and, you usually have to, live without the one you didn’t think you can live without.

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