poetry

Curse

And it is a curse,

That I still hear your voice in my head

Every night

As I lay on my bed

Counting sheep beneath the stars

I hear you whisper

I escape

 

Running every mile

To get away from you

The closer it gets me to your door

An unlikely thief

Making no mischief

I wander into your home

Turning lights on and back off

Music in your bedroom,

Unique symphony of the sitar

You are asleep

And I sit next to you

You, my sleeping soulmate

“Wake up now”, my lips whisper to yours

You twitch, you move

“Come to me”, you utter in your sleep

Pull me close

And I sleep peacefully in your hold

When I wake up

You are gone and

I am alone again

 

And it is a curse,

I still hear your voice in my head

Every morning

As I lay on my bed

Only the sheep are missing

And stars invisible

It was all another dream

Again today, you don’t come back

And I don’t move forward