(sometimes)

(sometimes)

wake a little lonely

stirring in my heart stings 

gentle reminders 

from all the time before me

take a breathe

just try to be

it isn’t easy

to find peace

when I’ve known so much

of that other thing

(yet I still try to believe)

that there’ll be a day 

when all the wandering 

when all the time taken

to find myself

might open and reveal

all this 

that surrounds me

will show that it is real

(not that I doubt all that

we feel)

it’s just (sometimes)

I wake a little lonely

eight years on my own

makes somedays

a little too real

and I feel

12/09/25

clc