I wanted to go
Back to my dream
Facing the aftermath
Of reality
Too soon
Dusty books
And your
Soft Spoken voice
Made me feel safety
Honey fragile
Drunk on rosewater
Weightless but heavy
It felt like
A memory
That hasn’t happened
When I woke up
I hugged you tight
I don’t think
You noticed
I was panicking
The days
Still roll on
Tracing it’s story
On my skin
Detouring
From the path
Hindered by scars
Tomorrow
Has to be better
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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