Waking up

Slowly lifting my head from the pillow

It is still dark

I am reaching over

But remember

you are not there

Going back to sleep

Wondering if the same will happen

In the morning

Will my mind still be dark

My life feel empty

As it is every morning






Poetry by Dalmore
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Written on 2009-12-15 at 14:23

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