I worry that one day
I’ll wake up, roll over,
and see that you have sunken
so far into the mattress that you have
disappeared,
leaving only the imprint
of your head on your pillow
and the lingering scent of loss.
I want to be a part of you
while there’s still something
to be a part of.
I’ll wake up, roll over,
and see that you have sunken
so far into the mattress that you have
disappeared,
leaving only the imprint
of your head on your pillow
and the lingering scent of loss.
I want to be a part of you
while there’s still something
to be a part of.





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