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an absence felt in sleep

I wrote this poem in the middle of the night.

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I often stir at dawn and wonder 

did sleep ever find me?

hold me in its linen bind

but my muscles hum, head fog fuzzy  



Maybe when the dark arrives

I start to

  sep

    ar

      ate-

my soul, she goes wandering 

tiptoes silent, beyond my skin



Stumble downstairs, A hidden shadow

fly by chipped paint walls

burst out, evening air crisp taste

she greets the breeze, a whispered sigh



Barefoot on gritty pavement 

sirens wailing, nocturnal urban orchestra 

on the small patch of grass she lies

captive by concrete and metal



And feel -

the cold dew kiss on her neck

cradled in green 

the blades grasp her fingers

vanishing connection-



To wake with a strange echo

a feeling I cannot place

but perhaps that fragment, undone

was out all night, in moonlit mazes 

searching for its missing half.

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What secret paths might your own inner wanderer trace at night? Please share your own musings or connections to this poem below.

Thanks for reading,

until next time,

Jas <3