Right Now

It seems I will never sleep again
Or else sleep too deeply for the rest of time
Today I hate Sundays
because Sundays are a day of goodbyes
My soul is raw and tender with your leaving
We created the past together, and
all our lives are a crescendo of tomorrows
But the tumult of yesterdays tumbles pell-mell and
I am missing you
I am missing you

cenobyte is a writer, editor, blogger, and super genius from Saskatchewan, Canada.

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i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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