A.M. Ream Poetry · Poetry

Unforgettable

unforgettable

During the quiet hours of the morning,
and throughout the busyness of the day,
my mind always finds its way back to thoughts of you.
But when the sun sets, the emptiness settles in,
and the reality of your absence fills me
with the heavy ache of missing you. 

–October 24, 2016

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