Out of Reach
it's out of my reach
it slipped through my fingers
it's on the tip of my tongue
it's buried under my thoughts
just out of sight
was it purpose, light?
I can't remember
maybe if i lay in bed
through another afternoon
it'll find its way back
Copyright © Katlyn Showers | Year Posted 2022
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