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Tuesday, January 21, 2014

For Him

Sometimes, in the night, 
I feel that you lay next to me.
For that brief, liminal moment
between 
dreaming and wakefulness,
I expect to find you 
there,
your hot breath on my shoulder.
Then, remembering time and place,
I turn over 
and stare into the dark.  
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