In poetry

when it's dark. /poem/


\WHEN IT’S DARK\

I  like simplicity,
books,
uncanny mystery.

I like my hair silky,
my lips red,
my lashes long.

The sound of rain and the smell
of the sea.
Not willing to give up, my
love.

To him,
to me.

Sameness.
Two thoughts so
different,
yet coexistent.

Like figs they fall
Becoming nothingness,
before my eyes and
I cry.
Longing for the chances I did not take.

July 5th, 2017. 

Sandra Serwatko

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