
All day long
I wait for
darkness to fall,
for them to slip into
the folds of my sleeves
and doze off.
Alone
I
begin
the
search
for
myself.
For Becca’s Sunday Trees – 296

All day long
I wait for
darkness to fall,
for them to slip into
the folds of my sleeves
and doze off.
Alone
I
begin
the
search
for
myself.
For Becca’s Sunday Trees – 296