Since the beginning of time,
I held your hand at night
And watched the shadow of my shape against the wall.
I would kiss myself good night, wrapped tightly in my loneliness,
begging for a sign of change.
I never played, so I was dull,
The writing child is never full,
but also never empty.
I was too far from bland to be mundane enough.
I was never an adequate companion because my name is so ugly with an ampersand. 13/24 9pm
Yes!
My God. ‘The writing child is never full.’ Where do you find these lines? They are absolutely beautiful – and still pulling at my heartstrings. Your work is absolutely amazing.
I love this one! There’s something so haunting about the opening two lines. And I loved the idea expressed in the final line. I was reading earlier today about how the ampersand used to be the 27th letter of the alphabet but they got rid of it!