December Morning
A memory foggy as a December morning,
You tickled me to laugh when I was crying,
I'd never ask you if it was true or just my fever dream, I'd be happier believing in what I yearn to believe.
Yesterday, I awoke from the warmth of a loving embrace, One moment, your arms wrapped around, and the next, no trace.
But, I felt it, I felt how warm it'd have felt if it were real, But, oh dear, every moment with you is simply surreal.
Posted Jan 1, 2023, 1:34 PM UTC
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