A poem.
Alone, I curl my body
into the imagined
impression and warmth
of your place beside me.
Breathe deep
the non-existant scent
of your skin
on flannel sheets
I share
with air
and light
but not
tonight.
For now, my mind
pulls you here
in spirit,
intangible.
But somehow
inescapable.
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