I'm not what you would call depressed -
I like my life.
It's just that it seems so forlorn
not waking up to you.
It's all a little dimmer, there's not so much color
with our banished conversations.
I used to look forward to seeing you,
now I look forward to my next
moon-lit cigarette & time spent
letting my mind wander to who we used to be.
Your sailor mouth and sunrise eyes
only grace my sleep these days.
and your palms must be cold by now
from the lack of my seeking hand.
your lungs must be empty these days
without my silent breathing.
do you still wake up in the morning?
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