Empty beds

I awoke
With a strange feeling
On my lips
And fingertips
The pillow next to me smelled like you
The air lingering from each breath
Whispered you were here
If I close my eyes again
Maybe you’ll return
But, dear, it was just a bad dream
For, I have opened my eyes
And here you are
Smiling down at me
Here to satisfy the feeling that I crave
That my lips
And fingertips
crave

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