Stars salt the moon
as midnight drinks
ink stains from a dipper.
Beneath the bubble cap
I toss questions into Sandman’s wink
hoping answers will glitter shadows.
Loss steals hours from sleep.
I pay remorse with tears,
but I fear it won’t be enough.
“If only” is too big a debt.
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much love...
much love...
I love that image. As an insomniac, I know the long night hours well.
I love that first verse and "if only"
xoxo