In the early hours
Of
A new day
Smeared
Across the final moments
Of a blurred yesterday
I write to you
Wherever you lay
In whomever’s arms
Waiting for this (you) to end
I seem to have not yet
Grown tired
Of wasting breath
Life
On you
Go
Unknowing
Finish the day with your head
Soft skin
Pressed
Secure
In a stranger
In the early hours I write
You
© J. James Martinez
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The plight of love you do so well define, in each stop/start line...