devices

tomorrow shall be
much better
than today

i say that
to myself
every single day

weekends though
make my soul
cringe

because i know
that i won’t
see you

i lost the plot
i couldn’t rhyme
but i don’t think
that a rhyme suffices

this desperate grasp
of wild love
i got caught
in your devices

please
let me stare
at you

for as long
as my soul
breathes