One Step Back To Redeem Oneself

there is this sense of awareness
like sleep that creeps slowly to my eyelids
i know it is you but i keep on dreaming
hoping, that it must not be you
but someone else, the one that i
long for. But no, this is my face
and your face, and what else do we do
on a cold night like this.

we sleep.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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