I do not belong here
how many times must it start this way
believing you with the benefit of the doubt
all the while knowing fact from fiction
whether wide awake or safely dreaming
two crickets sang in the middle of the night
a melodious sound imitating my breathing
a repetitious shrill subconsciously inviting
it doesn’t take much to awaken me anymore
a touch of the shoulder or kiss on the cheek
oh how I want to believe you are forever near
quietly shadowing me every step of the way
march two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Well done.
I’m feeling this one today.
thank you