Dead Letters
Series 01
I woke up this morning,
thought that you were there.
I hear a voice,
It was only in my head.
The memory of you
settles restlessly in the air.
Staring at the ceiling,
the dark corners hidden from the sun.
Sunset is when they dance,
a sweet waltz, we go hand and hand.
If only my morning sun,
could dance like my dearest moon.
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