5/13/2022 written in purple penhow am I expected to sleep when you’re near?
if I drifted off for a moment, I’d be afraid to miss even a beat of the melodic rhythm of your heart. why would I willingly slip into unconsciousness when I know I won’t be able to hear your voice? though even in my dreamscapes, when I forget the peculiar way you sound I push my knuckles into the dirt and the ground sings for you. I want to tell you that I’m awake each time you leave and that I feel every kiss and I choke back smiles, careful not to ruin those moments and I track your steps to the door and listen for the click of the lock and then I wait for the gentle thud of the door closing and then I finally fall asleep again because I know I won’t be missing out on your presence. but I did not go back to sleep this morning. no, this morning the absence of your arms made me aware of how present you are in my heart. so i lie awake, on your side of the bed, writing this. Comments are closed.
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