Wilting
I lift my face away from my screen
the morning light surprises me
and fills the room
with a eerie comfort
I stumble to the kitchen
swallow my prescribed sanity
I don’t miss the sleep
just like I don’t miss you
no one notices the flowers are wilting
til they fade away
Copyright © Marie Mind | Year Posted 2023
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