poetry

Years away from sleep

Donโ€™t call me

For I am footsteps away

Drinking in the sleep

Coated cream sheets

 

Stay where you are

There is no time for

Your feet to patter

On the old oak

Floors

 

I am footsteps and feet

Away from sleep

 

Tomorrow come give me

Your deep voice and

Sweaty whisper

I donโ€™t feel old with my

Dream thick curls

And button eyes

 

Come back to the story

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