Sunday morning
you were awake
how much I dragged myself with the thoughts I should travel with
to be left to wake with raw emotions
no overtones
no adornment nor obligations
Your name,
I pronounced, as I listened to myself
- is all that I can do
I miss you
hush, no one had to know
I was just speaking my mind
Good afternoon,
sweet little one.
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