In The Pink

A piece of luggage

I often tread into the pink

They all say my mind is now working

And that my body is almost healing

Still in my restless dreams

I tread amongst the pink petals

And remember drifting off with you

Floating upon our bed of happy endings

Knocking away the hours

Into the pink do I roam

Will you join me once more?

In the pink

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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem of romance and a plea to return to that state. Well done

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    My friend, this poem moves gently between healing and remembrance. The repetition creates a soft orbit around love, absence, and invitation…never forcing closure. It’s intimate, restrained, and emotionally honest. Lovely work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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