Poeticonscious

I’d breathe less,
Sleep in conscious,
Form thoughts
of my new address,
I’d walk alone, in darkness,
Speak to God, and express,
Confess, hoping He’d hear me
and sense my word stress,
I’d embrace my mother,
Kiss my sister,
Hug my brother,
And eagerly await for my father,
Only wishing to meet him after,
And then my Love,
I only dwell in the conscience
Of regretting not to love him, sooner,
So I’d write him a goodbye letter,
No, better, yet
See you later.