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By darwin Date: 2007 Jul 25 Comment on this Work [[2007.07.25.18.32.27648]] |
| It’s empty without you. Mornings normally begun with eyes wide, breathing into each other. Sheets damp from bodies naked in the summer heat. My arms reach across to you, feeling your skin beneath my fingers. I turn, beckoning you to silhouette yourself against me. But your arms have been gone these last few mornings. Instead of your bright eyes and heady lips to greet me, it's an alarm clock as it announces the hour. Just another hour unoccupied without you next to me. Some vacant lot of time, hovering closer than your breath. Hanging unbalanced against me. But it's those hours that move and strike, resounding their minute and second increments. The hours that fold into themselves, until you fold into me. |