Copyright Julia Bydulia.
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Maybe the morning will wrap you in her
slender arms and carry you past the sunset
into today, where we're all waiting.
Maybe the twilight will strangle you with
thick, black fingers and powerful threats
that push you forward into violent sleep.
Sometimes, I wonder where you are
when I wake up and find the house empty.
Sometimes, I wonder what you're doing
when I'm trying not to think about you.
Maybe noontime will capture you in her
sun stained eyes and you'll fall in and get lost
until the brightness fades.
My mind is covered in thoughts of you like
messages on a bulletin board that
swallow my attention span and bury me alive.
Sometimes, I wonder how you are feeling
while my heart beat beat
-----beats ------------and
beats at the thought of you.
Maybe when the sun and the moon mingle in the sky
we'll meet again and try not to get burned
by the forecast or Father Time.
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