Sunday, August 7, 2022

199/365 - Necromancy

 


I feel a brush
against my leg

"Notice me!"

but there's nobody

And in the stillness
of my bed
a dimple of footsteps
disturb the sheets
but when I turn
on the light
I am all alone
in the night

But I know
that it's not true
I'm not alone
because it's these moments
that you still talk to me
and I can talk to you

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