“I’ve been sleepwalking, searching for you
in the din of my dreams.”
I’ve been sleepwalking, searching for you in the din of my dreams. As if you’re somehow through the white noise and haze, waiting for me on the other side. But all I seem to do is wake up with the memory of how you used to feel in my arms. And the memories aren’t enough to keep me warm. But no matter what I do, the cold always seeps up through my bare feet. It just leaves me craving you more. And I don’t know if I’ll ever wake to find you on the other side. But I know, I don’t mind looking. And if that day ever comes that I find you, it’ll be worth it.
© Sarah Doughty
Finding you again
will always be worth it.