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Jun 2014
Before my eyes open,
you are there
at the end of my fingertips.
Soft and warm,
I want to pull you close.

Closer.

I open my eyes
searching for your face

that isn’t there.

It’s too late to close my eyes and
pretend you back into my arms.
The cold sheets have seeped into
the empty spaces.
Down into my bones.
Charlie B
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Charlie B
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