September 24th 2017

I watch as it goes

black, grey, blue

the crickets are now quiet,

it is the bird’s time now.

The most bittersweet sound to hear,

their songs of the morning

 

I roll over, and

you are bathed in blue

that heavy blanket of blue,

that almost drowns you.

 

I fell asleep holding myself

and now I’ve woke to holding you.

These are the moments

I have with you.

 

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