Poetry

respite

  • 14th Apr 2022
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respite

i woke up from my afternoon nap. hopeful.

and then messy haired, fuzzy brained- the first thing i could think about was you.

hopes crashed.

all my waking hours are yours. you inhabit my dreams.

the least you could do is give me a respite during the time in-between.


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