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Feb 2012
I wake with a panic.  
I go to pull in close to you
I roll over and to my surprise
You aren’t there.
I sit up confused and in a haze.
You aren’t there.
Where did you go?
Why are you not
Where you are supposed to be?
Why is your hand not in mine?
You aren’t where you are supposed to be.
Jill Anderson
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