First and Last

Your words
Whisper within my ears morning
Noon and night

Just as your always
In my thoughts from dawn till sunset
Within my dreams

A Tangle of Weeds

You are my first blank thought
upon the earliest streak of light I see
You are my last sure word
before darkness envelopes me completely

And in between these, I find myself
lost in hopes, wishes and longings
humid dreams from leftover melancholic sunsets
clinging to your awaited rationed sightings

©NMY. 2018.

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