Unattended 

  

 
Upon these cotton blankets
My head falls
Tired and wasted
I smell you like you never left
A hundred sentences
Composed from one breath 
The flicker of a memory 
A single droplet
Composed from one symphony
A sadness washes over me
Unattended now
Hushing echoes of my soliloquy
 
  

 

 
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63 thoughts on “Unattended 

      1. I meant it. And thanks for the poetry, although I’m sure you do it as an expression of yourself more than anything.

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