A dream. Poem, by Gregoria, at My poetic side

I'm resigning myself to your absence,

I' m forgetting how your mild voice sounds,

You' re my gentle defeat and suppressor,

Without you I no longer feel ground.

Without you I am me , but just halfway,

I don't know if I'm needed by someone.

You' re my life's blessed and radiant Sunday,

Though I see losing you in the long run.

Tears wash away grief just for minutes,

Sleeping steals me from harsh circumstances.

Next to you I can feel: pain diminishes,

In the seconds of crossed loving glances .

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