Weak Whispers

Once in a while,
when the rain kisses my anxiety,
and panic sets in on a cloudy day,
all I need is you.

All the little lights of love and hope,
now forever dark,
since the talking is over
and I am alone without you by my side.

Where is the love
that once brought me sunshine?
Is it lost and forgotten
as we become strangers torn by pride?

Once in a while,
when everything is fuzzy
and oxygen is hard to find,
you can hear my weakened whispers replaying:

"Please, won't you stay with me.?"

Saffie
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