Friday eve
in the place of
Late
Sunday night
Asleep reading
your heaving breath
instead of write
the poem I can't finish
You missing me
as much as I long thee
My longings meeting
their fate in your dreams
That instead of This
and This to never have been
Someday, today,
some today
Life is going to feel
Life-like
with or without
you in it
Even as I don't wish
to wake up to that day
to break this nightmare
that keeps me awake
keeping this poem
unfinished
Late
this sunday night.
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