I couldn’t sleep that night
I was
Tired.
Ages old-
Stuffed by decades.
I had melted into the
yellows
And purples of yesterday-
I was
Tired.
But I knew that
I would never see
you
again.
I might see the back of your head,
Or a leg or an eyelash
Darting down a congested supermarket aisle
Or pulling away from a blurred stoplight.
But I would never see you again.
I am still here.
Just in
case.
1 comment:
wow that is so sad.....and sweet you are a very good poet
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