Maybe I won’t see you again,
Or hear you,
or smell the rain
That washed through your hair.
Maybe I won’t feel the sun
That comes after.
So I’ll go to sleep
With thoughts of you,
And keep you
Close in my dreams.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 12:39 PM UTC
Maybe I won’t see you again,
Or hear you,
or smell the rain
That washed through your hair.
Maybe I won’t feel the sun
That comes after.
So I’ll go to sleep
With thoughts of you,
And keep you
Close in my dreams.
Sometimes I linger
too long in memories.
Of you, I’ve waited
and waited for answers
maybe from God,
or something divine
just so I can pack my things
and move on.
I don’t miss you anymore,
but every now and then
you appear in the shadow
of a well-placed cloud
on a sunny day,
when things feel
too heavy.
And I linger
in the head.
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