More of your clothes hang in my closet
Masquerading as my own
More reminders that somehow keep your memory fresh
The smell of you
Sleeping in your bed
The only real sleep I've had since you left
The comfort of a home that is not mine
But this morning when I heard your voice
All the desperation drained from these things
You reminded me of how soon we will be together
Again
And without end
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