constant something

constant something
is what I’m chasing
constant sun glaring off the cracked window
constant birds squeaking at each other
constant click of my fingers on these keys
constant hand on my hand, pulling me into life
constant hum of your breath, my favorite song
constant kisses under starlight, under the covers
constant you and me spending every moment together
constant something I can count on
constant something that makes me free
of
constant wish
constant hope
constant longing
constant grief
constant reality of what is
constantly me

— GB

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