It is dark.

The sun sunk behind the trees
leaving plum pink clouds
to saunter by
before they say ‘Goodnight’.
It’s dark.

I hear the birds
chatter in the leaves
chirp n’ call
as they fly in for the night.
It’s dark.

I wish you called for me tonight–
I wish you called to sing our song
to hear me cry your name, my love,
and hold me as I came.

It is dark.
LoveNotes©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
August 14, 2020 | OC, California
Moments Unaware | I Want to Love You

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