The sun doesn't rise and fall with your arrival and departure
Yet I only see daylight when you're here
And I awaken at the sound of your voice alone
And slumber well from nothing other than you being near
I fear
That the world around me is clouded
That my mind has melted to nothing
It appears
That I live by one imperative
That I exist for one thing
To be here
To be near
To be close...
To you
About the Creator
Katrina Byrd
It comes to me when it wants to speak
And it speaks through me
When it speaks it uses its own voice
Thus far, I haven't regretted my choice
I admire its courage, elocution, and effective speech
So much so that at times
I wish that it was me
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