"OH, I DREAM OF YOU!" in "RESTLESS: POETICALLY-SPEAKING"

  • May 27, 2020, 5:44 a.m.
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We can still see each other,
thanks to the webcam on our computers
or hear each other on our phones.

Still,
some things are irreplacable.
I miss having you close,
those long hugs like we miss each other the most,
sitting at the same table and sharing jokes,
sometimes feeling your faint stubble,
your aftershave-look to avoid looking old.

I miss feeling safe,
but I know I’m no longer a little girl.
You can’t protect me forever.
I must survive this solitude
by keeping me busy in any way I could.

When I sleep,
I sometimes dream of you
and can’t help feeling blue…

R.


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