5:45AM / 8:15PM

by mnemosyne   Mar 26, 2016


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I.
the sun
winks mockingly
through the blinds
and I am stirred
from sleep -
eyes fluttering
like the wings
of an injured bird.

a dream wrestles
between my breaths,
trapped by a heavy chest.

II.
obligation
stings my lips
with the first
sip of tea.

there's still
fresh peppermint
on the windowsill.

III.
the wind
wraps itself
around my waist
and I imagine
your hands.

I shiver in the 80 degree heat.

IV.
time hiccups,
drunk with reverie,
and I struggle
to do anything
but think
of you.

V.
the sun
stopped staring
hours ago,
but
I'm beginning
to miss
the company.

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