Unfinished

Unfinished

A Poem by Faith Almazan

Every night I feel your hand
   when I lay alone.
Every night I hear you say,
    "Monkey call me on the phone".

I cannot trust it.
What if it's not you?
I feel your lips
a gentle kiss
but maybe it's not true.
   I feel you everyday.

© 2023 Faith Almazan


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Added on October 7, 2023
Last Updated on October 7, 2023

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Faith Almazan
Faith Almazan

Vancouver, Canada



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