Harbinger of Memories

I desire to witness you resurrect from slumber at dawn,

To acknowledge what your first thought of the day is,

To see your cute sleepy face trying to make sense of the environment you entrusted to lay your head at the night before,

To hear your voice cracking just a bit as if you’re greasing up your windpipe with serenade.

Apollo is the harbinger who must restore all the memories you garner that makes you pray for amnesia.

I yearn for you to gaze into my eyes as you attempt to verbalize the wispy interim of the blank slate

Before he summons all your joy and all your pain to occupy even the darkest corners of your mind once more…

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