If you come home,
You'll find me far from sleep,
Staring out the window counting sheep.
Breath stilled from stalking memories,
All of the joyous laughter we once held dear,
Now, to me, your ghost is near.
Yet, still,
If you choose to come home,
Do not wake me, let me rise from bed,
Realizing I no longer am alone.
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 9:43 AM UTC
If you come home,
You'll find me far from sleep,
Staring out the window counting sheep.
Breath stilled from stalking memories,
All of the joyous laughter we once held dear,
Now, to me, your ghost is near.
Yet, still,
If you choose to come home,
Do not wake me, let me rise from bed,
Realizing I no longer am alone.
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