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Ali

I Drink Coffee With Your Ghost

Yesterday I woke
up alone; tomorrow I
will wake up alone
Tonight won’t be any
different, really.
Yesterday I missed
the sound of your voice
tomorrow I will miss
the lack of it,
probably.
Tonight isn’t any
different, really.
Yesterday you said,
“One day this will change.”
Tomorrow, though,
you’ll say it again
and it’s not any different,
really.

(2012)

#Alone #Love #PromisesSleeping

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