Erika Lee Poet Prose Poetry

Sick

we're both sick.
not knowing what to take,
not knowing how to forget.
this desease is crippling.

we know we can't go back,
but this virus is gripping,
or maybe it's just me,
maybe you're alive and well.

i can try to move on,
yet these moments flash before me,
yet i no longer have tomorrow,
yet i only have yesterday.

i am addicted.
to those words, to those lullabies,
to those very seconds, to those whispers.
to you.

i'm sick.
not knowing what to take,
not knowing how to forget.
maybe it's just me. 

i'm sure it's only me.

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