Yesterday I dreamed of you, I wept
In the middle of the day, in an empty room
A chair you left untended, rattan shredded
The pillow you use to rest yourself against
All the small things, insignificant on the surface
These are what made me weep in the daylight
Last night, I lay awake my sheets cool
I reached over to your side, seeking warmth
Instead, I found your pillow, untouched
Never do I cross to the side where you sleep
Leaving room for you, for nights you lay down
The morning broke through my shades
I had slept restlessly, still hanging onto hope
Knowing though it was reckless of my heart
My spirit sank with the daylight chasing dreams
Grace fled even as I reached for mercy
In the silence of isolation, I begged for a single voice
Seeking a balm to heal my battered spirit
Instead, I wept in the middle of the day, in stillness
Perhaps this is mercy
30-March-2020
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