Half Past The Question Poem by Levie Warman

Half past the question
Almost by the hour
As the shower drains sometimes
Caught in a wayward door
A tear in a my breast pocket
A lasting unrepaired
Near the heart defective
A fabric flaw
The stomach ajar
Its you.
These things are you.
In all these years
Its always you.

And once in a dream
I found you.
I smothered you
With desperate kisses
They gasped for our lives
Oh… If I should die
I pray that dream
Lives on somewhere
Reminding the universe
That I loved you
Forever.