The evenings
The mornings
The afternoons
Of every day
Go past

While I spend these hours
All by myself
In eagerness
In all earnestness

The night comes
And settles me down
Into the time I have
With myself
But how am I to know
If you don't slip in
Besides me
Or around me
Maybe you do
Tell me that you do
Yes, you do
For I never see you
In my dreams.

Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2017-09-12 at 16:25

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Gentle and evocative.