Monday, November 26, 2012

i have attachments to your
own state of being, that this
morning when i woke up with
a cold sweat dripping down
the back of the mattress, i felt
like throwing up.

you say things and things, i believe
them all happily, because every word
you've ever said has been true, but 
oh my darling, how i miss you now.

its your presence i miss right now, 
your mind and voice less.
its having your body there close to
mine to hold and have, more so
than hearing you speak
words so true.

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