and she says she never sleeps and if she does it's fitfully

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I felt your shape here in the dark,

Swear you were here last night .

Felt your shape run down my face

Tears run in your outline.

Sometimes I dream - your silhouette

Standing up against the sun

Sometimes I dream – I wish for death,

So I don’t have to run,

Anymore.

I walk in beauty like the night

Circling my only light

The shadows of you,

Standing in my dreams.


If before you

I was a living death

Walking without sight

And now I dream of your silhouette

And in the daylight I am blind,

Does this make me a creature of the night,

Or just

alone?

Alone and sleep deprived?