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Jan 2013
The sheets are in a twisted mess

      and the pillows indented where your head was,

     but I’m alone here in this bed.

Your scent clings to the fabric,

             and I can still see your smile drifting above me,

                           as if you were still in this bed with me.

I see all of this and it’s got me missing you more than ever.

The warmth your body provided me

                          beneath these sheets,

          no longer radiates here

and I have to curl up even tighter to keep warm.

                 You left one of your shirts on the floor

             and this further solidifies in my mind

that you’re not here with me now.

I feel all of this and it’s got me missing you more than ever.

I close my eyes and try to hide in the security of this comforter.

I drift off to sleep; dreaming only of your face.

         Then when I wake,

      I slowly open my eyes,

                         and there you are above me,

                         quietly smiling down at me.

I am suddenly filled with an overwhelming joy and smile back,

       and you lean down and press your lips to mine,

letting me know I was never alone.

I touch your lips and it’s got me loving you more than ever.
Nathaniel Munson
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Nathaniel Munson  Texas
(Texas)   
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