Daily poetry from Brianna Dawn.

blues

when i sink
into the blue
sometimes all
i can do is
roll over,
eat snacks,
sleep – the
thought of
preparing
meals alone
for one –
just one –
even though
i feel like hardly
half of one –
makes me
miss you –
but only just
slightly

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written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: snack

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