Oct 16, 2014

California

When the night creeps in

Long and awake before me

I am remembering you.

I am lying in bed staring at the ceiling

and dreaming of waves

and salt.

To cry is not a weakness-

It is my own attempt

to summon you from the confines

of my head

and onto the paleness of my cheeks.

To let you try to touch me again.

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