You can have me

This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.


You can have me in the garden, beneath the sculpture view. With the scent of jasmine near and next to the waterfall.

You can have me after the theater, with my emotions on high when I’m raw.

You can have me on the subway, headphones in and oblivious to anything but my playlist: full of romantic sad songs about how love hurts unless it’s you and especially when it’s over.

You can have me on the plane, suspended above the world, alone and completely at ease. No where else to go but here. Wherever my destination is: hoping you’re there.

You can have me in my dreams. Laying me down at the top the stairs, I give in. I give in. I give in.

You can have me in every hallway, every stoop, every sneaky passers-by nook or stairwell. 

You can have me.

You can have me.

You can have me, too.

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