Sep 2020
another black coffee at 2am
willing myself awake
when I can’t sleep
it is in the whisperings
of the stars
that I hear my name,
spoken softly
not in your voice
no, not in your voice
(anymore)
willing myself awake
when I can’t sleep
it is in the whisperings
of the stars
that I hear my name,
spoken softly
not in your voice
no, not in your voice
(anymore)
