depression, mental health, mental illness, poem, poetry

End of the Day

The day has come

to reach it’s end

For you and I

and us and them

To sleep a while

perhaps to rest


upon your chest

Your hands caress

my head and hair

your lips can kiss

my forehead there

I wish it were true

that you were here

but it’s all in a dream

Then you disappear

Your voice over the phone

is faint and distant

Like imagery dreams

upon a lake

with castles on

the hilltop green

and mermaids singing

but never seen

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