Sunrise, Sunset

The dust on the windowsill is collecting

tiny pieces of what we had.

As the room starts to spin you’re

right here with me, beside me

a breathe.

Inhale and exhale as you used to say

with your furry brows and clean stare

right into my soul.

Maybe it’s all make believe

maybe i’ve lost it all, lost hope

maybe i’m where i’m supposed to

be.

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