poetry by j matthew waters

sunshine almost always

I could die before you
oh how would that be
how the tables
would have turned
whatever in the world
that means

we’ve talked about this
off and on again
names and numbers
as if really matters
keys and combinations
holding our collective breath

I could die before you
or vice versa
oh how we’ve talked
until the sweet sweet sun
rises and falls
far beyond our dying days

november two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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