We never talk about
where we go when we sleep
until we have been awake
long enough to kiss good morning
and you wonder, but never ask
why I break away first.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
We never talk about
where we go when we sleep
until we have been awake
long enough to kiss good morning
and you wonder, but never ask
why I break away first.
I like a poem that makes me want to know more.
This seems on the surface so simple, just a few lines that hides so much more.
Thank you, enscriptor.