She returns to me in the quietest moments just before dawn
When the inky blackness of night stains the sky a navy blue
The scent of her hair wakes me from my restless dreams
I reach out, feeling for the soft skin of her arm
Leaning into the phantom tresses
Only to find the bed empty
And my pillow damp with tears
2 comments:
Dude- you're a poet too?
I try! Thanks for reading!
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