Josephine Ranes

If you can feel, then you can write

Dried to Nothing

Went to bed tonight

Thinking of you.

Knowing with certainty

You were not thinking of me.

Feeling more of a burden

Than anything else.

A tear rolled down my cheek.

The cheek you never kissed

Hit a pillow you’ve never seen

Touched a part of my heart

You care nothing about.

I will be that tear someday

That slid down a cheek

Hit a pillow

Dried to nothing.

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