Late (Poem)

In your dreams
so
many stories
intertwine.
I appear to be
a frequent passenger,
as are you
in mine.

The scent
of your home
lingers,
as a hue.
Colourful smoke
surrounding your hair,
skin,
all of you.

The rising sun
cascades
soft shades
upon your face.
I kiss you,
softly as can be,
and just like that,
I’ll be late,

again.

– Katrin –

Cover photo by Toa Heftiba

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