from the archives: bedside

the other night this old poem popped into my head. when I think about who I wrote this for at the time I giggle a little. and uh, no, I'm not telling you! but now I just look back at it and think that it was such a lonely time in my life. and for however depressed I get, I'm glad that this type of loneliness is in the past.

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what I wouldn't give
to have you lying here beside me,
to roll over and have our noses touch
to feel your warm belly and icy toes, 
for you to fill in the holes
and soak up this emptiness.

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