Sometimes
When you thought I was asleep
you would trace your finger over my arm
or my back.
You spelled out our names and how much you loved me
and I would fall asleep smiling.
Now when I’m just falling asleep
I feel a light brush on my arm
and I think it’s you.
But it’s not.
It’s just the fan.
And I am reminded I am alone.
S.K
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Depressing Poems
PoetryTHESE AREN'T MINE. These are just some poems that I really had a connection to. These peoms go to there rightful owners.
