Sometimes

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I see your face in the shadows of my room

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I remember what touching you did to me

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I recall lifetimes spent together

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I cry for the losses we both have suffered

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I feel your breath through time and space

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I suddenly understand what love really is

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I hear your voice like a faint whisper

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I see the greater truth of the lessons

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I know you think of me too

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I can do nothing but breathe and trust

Sometime in the middle of the night

I know secrets you have never told me

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I wish for things I know I cannot have

Sometimes In the middle of the night

I am reminded that this too shall pass

Sometimes in the middle of the night

I feel blessed you ever existed….

And I live.

~Bark.

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