I dreamed my bed was already made. Yet, I woke swaddled like an infant, Before the skies blossomed blue, and the sun kissed this forehead.
I woke, to the humming of a fan, and let out a small whimper as I stretched like a worm being pulled from the earth. I too, have felt that pinch.
I woke, knowing, these pillows don’t carry your scent anymore. And I can’t recall the sound of your snore. I’ve washed the linen, and busied my mind with chores and living.
I dreamed my bed was already made, and as I drove, the clover stood tall and leaned towards me as if to wave me on. I wonder if they ever grieve? Or fall in love, only to be left to bleed.
Joelly Poetry 2018
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