sometimes when i wake
i see you there jace
soft snores echoing in a messy room
pale sunlight slipping in broken shutters
dirty clothes scattered on a carpet floor
grey sheets
thinning brown hair , a little long
blonde curls , a little tangled
small hands enveloping a smaller hand
a raspy good morning and a sleepy smile
blue eyes , bluer than the damn sea
when the world seemed so okay
so new and adventurous and euphoric
within your arms on a Sunday morning
sometimes i see you there
i'm starting to let you go
because it truly is no more
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
