Read Poem: Dreaming of Sleeping Roses, by Marina Sanders

Sometimes I wish I could just sleep all day,
Or perhaps for 100 years.
I wonder who would notice?
Would anyone?
Who watched over Briar?
Who held her hand, waiting for her to wake?
Who fell asleep each night, hoping that when they woke, she’d finally wake too?
When did they give up on her,
And move on with their lives?
Or were they never there to begin with?
Had they already given up on her the first day she didn’t wake up?
Or did they not care enough to check?
Have they
Already given up
On me?

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