I will think of you
in the morning
when the sun rises
in the east.
In the moments
between sleeping
and awakening.
I will think of you
when the birds sing
Their songs filling my ears
Whispers of a memory
Fleeting as a dream.
I will think of you as the sun sets
Bleeding colors into the sky
Reflections of another life
Blissful in reverie
I will think of you always
Of a heart that was never mine.
6.21.2019
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