#shadorma
Did you pass
me on the stairs, as
on my way
to bed, I
carried my book, to send me
off to peaceful sleep.
Did you pass
me the brush that would
untangle
unruly
hair, brushed to make it shine and
remove hair products?
Did you pass,
in the nighttime, hush
as I slept
unaware?
Your spirit ethereal
on its return to...
Who knows where?
Where do we go when
we die, our
numbered years
gone in a flash or so it
seems - unforgotten.
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2024


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