sunrise memoirs

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i shift my pillow
closer to the moon.

and she whispers to me;
words of loneliness,
words of loss.
they brim my ears
and my senses,
and i am whole again.

candy skies loom over me unmindful;
a bird weeps and the trees waltz
and suddenly, there is no tomorrow.
and they are pleased,
for she is up there
watching over them.

reality is new, as it tugs me back.
bittersweet - the smile that paints me
for now i know she is up there
watching over me.

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