Place of rest

Yours is the chest

Where I’ll rest
When weary days
Got me in dreary
ways
I’d rather miss
Or dismiss
Altogether
I
try not to
Think of you in that way
But today,
I missed you

dorothy’s page © 2019 D. E. Young

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