COLOR OF OUTDOORS

Open

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 22/06/2017

I sleep with the window open
To drown all my thoughts in the rain
I wait for the freedom of a deep yawn, all of my night moves delayed
I wonder what you’re doing in these moments
I try to hear you reading this in your voice
It’s catastrophic
It’s impossible
To hope
That you might feel something like I do
I sleep with the window open
And all the thoughts of you float away
In the midnight showers
Waiting for no one

M.

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  1. jeanne said, on 22/06/2017 at 12:56 AM

    So much feels.


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