The phone sort of dies often
I forgot to carry my 'Type D' plug
I prefer a grounded charger
Like my mind, that is grounded
In your thoughts, as I meander
In thoughts of finding myself
In far away lands
You know what?
I unplugged the room heater
That was about an hour back
I forgot I feel cold, I was busy
In a trauma response of love
And the shadows of anxiety it causes
In its taunting absence thereof
It's cold says my shivering
You know what?
Its thirty past four and I am awake
That sleep I yearn for fears fire
That is burning in my cigarette tip
It is a whirlpool of wanting to die
As painfully and unremarkably
For these bouts of insomnia
Will surely kill me one kf these days
You know what?
I miss your cuddles and whispers
And those mornings when I woke up
Watching you asleep like a cloud
It is a distant memory, a beautiful past
As stark as they are and cherished
I long to be held once again in your arms
Probably then to breathe my last
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