I Miss You A Lot Sometimes

I miss you a lot sometimes—constantly:

Like a waking dream,

I’m going over a cliff,

Sit up and snatch

the edge of covers,

Held close to nose;

It was never you.

Eyes snap shut,

Dive back into

the warm remnant

of what I have left.

 

Maybe I can catch back up with you.

 

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