Tuesday, February 19, 2013

one night at 3 a.m. you'll wake, suddenly, out of nowhere and you will turn to the 
cool side of the bed [leaving small shoulder imprints on suffocating sheets] and you will
not remember your dream or who was in it but you will feel a nagging sense of
familiarity with the sinking feeling in your chest and 
you will not miss me on the pillow,
 you will not remember me in the dream.

turn, again, to the cold side of the bed
[i dont want to be strangers again]
with uncomfortable silence resonating in your head. 
the end.

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