alone, i find some semblance of peace
my fingers shake from lack of sleep
silence grows in its defiance of day
and all the songs in my head fade away.
your shoulder, your neck, their absence
my faltering frame's desire for warmth
your hand in my hair, a memory
the rest in your touch, a dream.
soon i will rise, but not inside
soon i will walk, but i wish to glide!
soon i will smile like i never lied
soon i will laugh, but i'll wish to have cried.
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