Not So Near
She hears, but never truly listens,
Speaks in echoes, cold and distant.
A laugh escapes, not filled with cheer,
Her eyes glance past, yet never near.
Darkness creeps, a closing wall,
But she won’t let herself fall.
One more puff to chase the gray,
One more sigh to blur the day.
A flicker of hope, soft and slight,
That maybe tomorrow brings some light.
But time plays cruel, as dreams disappear—
For tomorrow, love…
Is not so near.
Copyright © Kat Wills | Year Posted 2025
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