Very cold in here. Very cold bed with twice the width and
twice the cotton needed for a single body.

There’s a candle burning over in the corner
and the shadow plays with your hair
in the other room,
in the other life.

I can sit and call out a name but then
it breaks the silent dream we share,
or I share with you, but you not in return.

The candle grows a little more, a little brighter the light
and darker the shadow.

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