The glimmer in your eye
doesn’t shine the way I remember.
There’s still kindness in your gaze,
but it feels hollow.
Your eyes look worn,
like you haven’t slept in years.
Do you even remember
who you are?
Still I give you the coffee
that you might love more than me.
So I can sleep next to you
while you stay up at night.
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 3:00 AM UTC
The glimmer in your eye
doesn’t shine the way I remember.
There’s still kindness in your gaze,
but it feels hollow.
Your eyes look worn,
like you haven’t slept in years.
Do you even remember
who you are?
Still I give you the coffee
that you might love more than me.
So I can sleep next to you
while you stay up at night.
