By Michael Dagen on January 27, 2016
I live on a deserted island.
There are others here, but without you…
this realm -> deserted.
It takes me all night to get to you in my dreams and when I do our conversation is easy, as always, but then I awaken.
Some days when I look at the Sun I know you are too.
Some days when I look at the Sun I imagine your boat crashing on my shore with a knock at the door…
what happens next devours all that ever existed.
I can’t tell you how long I’ve been here.
Day Gun
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