Six Hours

I know some prefer

The daylight instead

But I’ve always been

At my happiest in bed

Eighteen Hours

It’s the time
between
waking up
and going
to sleep
that I’ve
always
found
the most
troublesome

(Originally Posted 01.10.2019)

In Hiding

I prefer the night

To the day

The world, on the whole, is quieter

This way

I roll over to your side of the bed.

My limbs search for yours,

My lungs for your scent,

My mouth for your kiss.

But all that’s left is your imprint.

So my tears fall into your pillow,

Once again.

(Originally Posted 23.03.2019)