Pieces Of A Dream - Poem by Tabitha Castillo
A morning part. A sheer adieu. I am torn from you again.
With tingling feeling once adorned severed by evening break.
Every time I wake from you and am blessed to see your face
A little piece of a dream of you with me I take.
Can this be a medicine for a mental health decline?
To sugar coat each waking dream? How sweet your voice can feel.
To host the realization that each sleeping wish I made-
I get back a piece at a time. Your feelings for me are real.
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