when I wake,
all I see is her.
painting the walls
in shades of faded memory,
corners alight with streaks of shadows
I couldn't quite shake from last night's vision.
darkened selves lie flat to the floor
trying
as best as we can
to encase our feelings from the light of day ~
but the night has a way of stirring up hidden ruminations
until the tousled identities come crawling to the surface,
bidding their farewell
to secret imposition.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 3:09 AM UTC
when I wake,
all I see is her.
painting the walls
in shades of faded memory,
corners alight with streaks of shadows
I couldn't quite shake from last night's vision.
darkened selves lie flat to the floor
trying
as best as we can
to encase our feelings from the light of day ~
but the night has a way of stirring up hidden ruminations
until the tousled identities come crawling to the surface,
bidding their farewell
to secret imposition.
2026
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