On the 26th

On the 26th

Laying in bed with the pillow against my chest
I begin to fluff it up.
A curve here,
a breast there.
Beat, long legs beside my side.

Oh, gift on the 26th, in the middle of the night,
why do you come to haunt me now?
Long hair, tied with tact
and brisk blue eyes
that smile right back?

My wanderings,
on the 26th ,
you do not let me hide.
If I wanted everything
nothing could I find.

Yet here I do have something,
and more over I want more.
Oh these things
that come and haunt me;
made from shadow and lore of more.

-Matthew Koutzun