Before turning out
the light, I woke
to find you gone,
the bed tightly drawn,
your comb as clean
as your getaway.
In the morning
you just smiled
at my dreams,
as you always do,
and said goodbye
a thousand times.
Were You Ever Here?
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Before turning out
the light, I woke
to find you gone,
the bed tightly drawn,
your comb as clean
as your getaway.
In the morning
you just smiled
at my dreams,
as you always do,
and said goodbye
a thousand times.
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