i slept and i woke each day and night
looking for something beside this wide, lonely bed
i used to dream a man sleeping next to me
vividly, his face has a perfectly molded line
eyes that are as dark as the trees i love to see
i lost the grasp with that dream,
i wake into the reality there was only me
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
