Eternity - A Poem

Feb 10
1 min read

I cannot draw, yet I have studied your face so much I could create a work worthy of the masters.

I cannot play an instrument, yet the sound of your breathing and heartbeat is so familiar to me that I could compose a percussion symphony.

I cannot fight, yet I would face down the armies of the darkest circle of Hell in your name and honour.

I cannot be expected to live without you in my life, by my side, every step of the way on this journey.

So why do you insist on leaving the television volume on an odd number?

This just won't work.

I think I should go.

Can I have my hoodie back?

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