Here is the dream where we are both standing in the end.
Here is the dream where I tell you to hold me and you do, where you say you love me and nothing falls apart. Here is the dream where I leave the door open, the lights on, the table set. Look, I made pasta for you, fresh basil and everything, just the way you like it. Look, if we’re both standing in the kitchen, you might as well burn the whole place down. You’re going to break me, I know, but do it gently.
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AuthorNathan Lee's poetry and prose. More of my work can be found on my Instagram. Archives
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