a poem dedicated to post-breakup grief

The man I love is in Georgia

Southern boy *says with proud accent on south*

He’s tall and strong and slender

Like a light pole

Beaconing hope from afar.

His eyes are a safe place,

His hands wide and long

His chest is the best pillow 

Though it lay wide and flat

It serves comfort and warmth,

Heart beating slow.

I’ve seen him when he’s restful

And thought how that body moves.

He’s amazing, he’s a miracle

I thought it easy to choose

To love him over and over

Through every thick and thin

My favorite of all,

amongst my past of men.

His heart reflects beauty

And there’s soul in his words

His mustache is young 

But grows in full.

His lips are of a king

Who reigned ancient

Long black lashes

Frame the windows light fills.

The man I love is in Georgia

Every day my heart breaks anew

Suffering the closeness 

we had being through.

Your safety is my prayer,

Your light is my muse,

And for all time I know-

I will truly love you.

-a long lost love letter

by zen desire

these are both beautiful arrangements of this classic song, perfect for considering this poem – enjoy