In sane

A memory, I left it

Once many moons ago

It’s funny how I slept with

the feeling

You know, standing there glaring;eyes bright

It’s late at night and the stars are tearing

Through the skies

Giving many reasons to “why”

A pardon to the excuses as replies;

An I wish

The feeling of being wanted;

And wanting,

It back so bad you wish you never had

—Left it

All behind, a constant—never mind

—I just—-

can’t believe I felt it

——-the entire time

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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