One Day
Dreaming of you keeps me asleep.
Being with you keeps me alive
but the moon is missing
and the stars are hung upside
down. The old clock has stopped and I
don’t know how to fix it.
Without you, my days are sinking ships.
This is what happens when a poem ends:
it’s a quiet room, sealed with sleep
and filled with sorrowing light.
AKSHR
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