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I
I woke up this morning: pale, blue dawn - winter comes.
The sound of your breath all around me, lingering.
Your warmth, tucked beside me.
My eyes fluttering while rolling over -
You are not there, of course.
Slowly the blinking - the glare of daylight;
Slowly the silence - warning: it's too early.
Quickly the snuggle against a pillow barricade:
Like a jolting disturbance - dreaming resumes.
Faint shivers, warm touches fading.
Sleep numbs the world into safety once more.
II
A gloomy afternoon, pouring rain,
the smell of wet streets, coolly pressing my skin.
I tug the fleece over nodding muscles: gone.
Then -
an echoing ripping me into the falling rain.
A voice that is yours in subconsciousness-
I hear you within these walls: my heart pounds.
Sleep ruptured and dreams dissolve;
You are not here amongst the rain:
And, I am not soaked because of the downpour outside.
III
There's no one here.
Just a bird beyond the window.
Where are you, then?
You used to be here, I recall.
Or were you...
were you ever really here at all?
IV
Some days are like this:
awakening, reaching for your hand;
slumbering wears off with each blinking second:
And I forget you inside fading dreams.
I get up to face my days,
feeling like there is no one I miss. \
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 5:03 AM UTC
/
I
I woke up this morning: pale, blue dawn - winter comes.
The sound of your breath all around me, lingering.
Your warmth, tucked beside me.
My eyes fluttering while rolling over -
You are not there, of course.
Slowly the blinking - the glare of daylight;
Slowly the silence - warning: it's too early.
Quickly the snuggle against a pillow barricade:
Like a jolting disturbance - dreaming resumes.
Faint shivers, warm touches fading.
Sleep numbs the world into safety once more.
II
A gloomy afternoon, pouring rain,
the smell of wet streets, coolly pressing my skin.
I tug the fleece over nodding muscles: gone.
Then -
an echoing ripping me into the falling rain.
A voice that is yours in subconsciousness-
I hear you within these walls: my heart pounds.
Sleep ruptured and dreams dissolve;
You are not here amongst the rain:
And, I am not soaked because of the downpour outside.
III
There's no one here.
Just a bird beyond the window.
Where are you, then?
You used to be here, I recall.
Or were you...
were you ever really here at all?
IV
Some days are like this:
awakening, reaching for your hand;
slumbering wears off with each blinking second:
And I forget you inside fading dreams.
I get up to face my days,
feeling like there is no one I miss. \
(c) Mkd 2012
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