Reading Lovecraft

You didn’t curl your toes up,

Next to mine.

But you read Lovecraft,

A beat out of time.

I watched your curls,

Silky and dry,

Thought how nice it would be,

If this were our house.

I curled up so many times on your parents couch,

Reading and wondering what it would be like,

To have a life with you.

I knew, it wouldn’t work.

I can’t be the Stepford wife.

But I loved when you were close,

Reading with that voice,

A comical adaptation, of fears without faces,

That made me curl my toes up,

As I curled into you.

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