Words

Waking up to the sunrise,

dreams fading

and alarm rings

by my head,

I find the messages from you

in my junk box.

It’s been so many years,

where have you been,

I didn’t mean to end

the way I did that night.

waking up alone,

all of these mornings,

I find it easy to miss you

but hard to say the words

to you…

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