Bittersweet Epitome

poetry. don’t leave me, while I’m sleeping. wake me up so I can see you one last time.

It’s funny.

How I can go to sleep at

night.

Alone.

But then I wake up

half asleep.

Searching for you

my eyes are closed arm, arm is stretched out,

reaching out to you like branches on a sunny day.

 

 

Then I remember.

That you didn’t stay.

Author: Daliap

An artist, writer, and adventure. I need be constantly moving whether it is my brain, body, or soul.

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