Hard Evidence

If love was permanent

And grief temporal

Perhaps I’d feel safe

And less conjectoral

Inspired by Cassa Bassa at flickerofthoughts.com

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In this city

I once called home

I know I could never

Feel alone

Coming Home

It’s not
that I
love this
city

It’s that
I love
who I am
when I’m here

(Originally Posted 08.09.2019)

Outside
the
storm
rages

With
all of its
power
and might

I’m so
glad I
don’t have
to walk

Home
alone
again
tonight

Last night
I dreamt

That somebody
hugged me

It was the best
night’s sleep

I’ve had
in months