Having Slept Like A Dead Man

having slept like
a dead man
i finally wake up
to find an empty
space beside me

my hands panic
to the unusual

i go to the mirror
to check what is
left for me

oh you are there
rocking your chair
at 3 o'clock in the
morning..............

now, i know.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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