Theres a taste on the pillow,
that reminds me of you.
I forget that you're there while I sleep.
I always wake up with a heavy heart beat,
fearful you have carried on.
I don't want to awake
to a world cloaked in a gloom,
a world full of everything else except you.
I don't want to awake
to any other,
any other,
other than you.
But when I turn over you're there,
deeply dead in a sleep.
My arms refresh their memory
by locking 'round your warmth.
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Submission Name: Calamity Does not Live Here
