glow / dim
Some mornings
I wake up next to you
your hair skimming my skin as you kiss my cheek
Other mornings
you’re miles away
your words and smiles adrift in my dissipating dreams
I try to bottle the residual glow from the former
to pull me through the latter;
my greed feels shameful
in the face of so much abundance
but my soul seems to devour your light
leaving me ravenously dim
until next time
6/16/26
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Great title, poem and circle back to title’s “dim.”
Thank you!