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chase the sun by Alistair Chong

do you ever wake up
searching for the sun
to only find the fog on the window
rivets of icy water
cutting through the mist

i did
and it felt

have you ever woken
wishing the sun fell on your pillow
to find the sky is plagued
reigned by darkness
and a promise of nothing

i did
and it felt

have you ever lied awake
to the sound of hail
to the numb of ice
to a faded painting
and seen your reflection

have you?