Yours

December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

Where will you be-
many years from now…
with me, sleeping in destiny…
somehow?

 

Here in my bedroom
I see you behind my eyes.
Empty is my womb.
The morning draws my rise.

 

The sun flickers
through the drapes…
He is getting sicker
in this endless escape…

 

© Sonya Rose

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