Chace Walsh Kabatoff
Leaving, Focus, Time
Leaving, Focus, Time
Purple Lilies
Today.
Ten hours straight.
I thought of you.
You’re in my arms, it’s all I can focus on, just this feeling of whole.
When I’m like this, I can put my head down, just to listen to you breath.
I hold you a little closer and a little tighter.
I’m here, for you.
I take another breath.
You let go; you’re leaving.
“It made me cry”;
the last thing I read from you.
The last thing I read from you,
it almost made me cry.
You’re across the street,
and I won’t look away.