Still

I still wear your shirts, you know
when I go to sleep

I let go of so much
but those I had to keep

there was so much darkness, so much pain
they’re all I had to help me breathe again

hanging off my shoulders, warming my cold skin
I’d close my eyes and be in your arms again

the sun would come and take you away
I’d take you off and live my day

but every minute, every hour
I’d dream and wait for the sunless hours.

-rha.

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