Sep 2020
i keep wondering
why i wake up every day
feeling a little like the muted sunlight
behind my blackout curtains.
and then i remember:
you were in my dream.
and only in my dream.
why i wake up every day
feeling a little like the muted sunlight
behind my blackout curtains.
and then i remember:
you were in my dream.
and only in my dream.
I realized that I stopped posting my poems for a while, so here's one from August of last year (2020)
