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  • Writer's pictureby Bark.

Sometimes

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I see your face in the shadows of my room


Sometimes in the middle of the night

I remember what touching you did to me


Sometimes in the middle of the night

I recall lifetimes spent together


Sometimes in the middle of the night

I cry for the losses we both have suffered


Sometimes in the middle of the night

I feel your breath through time and space


Sometimes in the middle of the night

I suddenly understand what love really is


Sometimes in the middle of the night

I hear your voice like a faint whisper


Sometimes in the middle of the night

I see the greater truth of the lessons


Sometimes in the middle of the night

I know you think of me too


Sometimes in the middle of the night

I can do nothing but breathe and trust


Sometime in the middle of the night

I know secrets you have never told me


Sometimes in the middle of the night

I wish for things I know I cannot have


Sometimes In the middle of the night

I am reminded that this too shall pass


Sometimes in the middle of the night

I feel blessed you ever existed….


And I live.


~p.barksdale



// by Bark.™ // Walking Wilder™

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