the moon is a whisper
on my bedroom wall,
she's ten times louder in my head
her name is a tide
it pulls,
it tugs,
it etches itself
on the inside of my eyelids.
every blink is a memory i didn't ask for
her laugh-
uninvited
but welcome
always
the bed is too big
for one body and this much longing
some nights
sleep forgets me
other nights
she replaces it
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
the moon is a whisper
on my bedroom wall,
she's ten times louder in my head
her name is a tide
it pulls,
it tugs,
it etches itself
on the inside of my eyelids.
every blink is a memory i didn't ask for
her laugh-
uninvited
but welcome
always
the bed is too big
for one body and this much longing
some nights
sleep forgets me
other nights
she replaces it
date wrote: 19/6/25
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