waking up in stark cold,
the morning light already bright enough to stir me.
three hours.
three hours to sleep,
it is more of a nap really.
our pillows and flimsy blankets
have shifted down the ground, and we lie exposed to the freezing air.
i remember what i did.
how could i ever forget?
an act out of sadness and lonely heartbreak is a
mistake in every way.
we fell asleep apart,
i think.
for the life of me i do not know,
but memories live in the cracks of my mind.
i move across to stay warm,
huddling under the wings of our tired friends.
you sleep for another hour, lucky thing.
no one mentions the events of the night.
no one looks at us with judgement in their eyes.
we eat, we laugh, we make the best of what we have.
i go home before my sister even wakes up.
i sit in my room.
i try to forget it ever happened.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
waking up in stark cold,
the morning light already bright enough to stir me.
three hours.
three hours to sleep,
it is more of a nap really.
our pillows and flimsy blankets
have shifted down the ground, and we lie exposed to the freezing air.
i remember what i did.
how could i ever forget?
an act out of sadness and lonely heartbreak is a
mistake in every way.
we fell asleep apart,
i think.
for the life of me i do not know,
but memories live in the cracks of my mind.
i move across to stay warm,
huddling under the wings of our tired friends.
you sleep for another hour, lucky thing.
no one mentions the events of the night.
no one looks at us with judgement in their eyes.
we eat, we laugh, we make the best of what we have.
i go home before my sister even wakes up.
i sit in my room.
i try to forget it ever happened.
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