Saturday, June 20, 2015

In the Dead of Night

I buried you in my dream today
Said goodbye in every way
Mourned you longingly in the wind
Straining for words that you might say
You didn't whisper, we didn't play
No last minute punches for you to pay
And I could feel it pushing on my chest
Every pound that you did weigh
But then I woke to you just as cold
Only knowing what I am told
I wonder if you wonder to
Is this our souls just getting old
Is this life bought and sold

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