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Oct 02
poem 2 comments
Dramatic456

A Letter To Evasive Sleep

Hello dear one,

I miss you so much. I want to hold you once more, to wrap myself in your arms and give in to your love again. I want to go back to the days of hours spent together, a schedule we made to see each other. I want to forget the world around me and let my tense muscles relax in your embrace like I used to.

I apologize that we haven't seen each other often in the last month. I'm lucky to see you a few hours each day, and even then I can't truely forget everything I've been doing and simply enjoy our time together. The ever-growing pile of papers in my backpack and assignments in my inbox tugs me away, my arms reaching for you but never firmly grabbing hold. Every day, I spend the ticking minutes waiting to return to you.

But I suppose that's not the entire story. The truth, my love, is that I cannot see you as often as I used to not only because I can't but because, I confess, I don't wish to at this time. There, I've said it! I have choices I must make, and while giving up my running career and my time with friends would allow me to sink deeply into your tender care every night, I must admit the lack of anything but work in my waking hours would drive me to the point of breaking down.

And so I wave farewell, for now, to our nights of slumber and peace, when the world revolved but we ignored it in favor of blissful unconsciousness. Farewell to dreams shared between us, of ambitious hopes and fearless adventures, dreams I could never have aspired to without you. Farewell to the lovely feeling you give me that stays with me throughout the day, the feeling of focus and bright, shining happiness. Farewell, I suppose, until June arrives again and I can run to your arms with these shackles abandoned for three whole months.

Perhaps we can see each other this weekend? I have about seven hours Saturday night.

Yours forever,
Amelia
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Posted: 10.02.17
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  1. Fiona Ella
    Oct 02, 2017

    Oh God, I'm an insomniac so I really get this. I think sleep is most endearing when it's early Monday morning and you have to be up and awake. I love the way you phrase this as though it's written to a lover of some kind, and I really love the descriptions. They're enough to make me tired... so nicely done!

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  1. DippingSauce
    Oct 03, 2017

    lmao this is so nice!.. and too true...

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