Aime Poem by Zyw Zywa
Aime
Just going to bed alone
at midnight, it makes no sense
to warm his place for him
or to guess in recovery position
where he could be
At times I find an M
in a heart somewhere
with a smile
I put that note
in my yearbook
When I go peeing at night
I see him lie, being awake
enough to get confused
by the odour of his sleep
and then I have to wait
Take all the time in the morning
For love
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5/10/2024 1:09:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Zywa, such a lovely poem.............10+++++++++++++