2 a.m.

My shoulder seems bare

because it is accustomed

to the warmth of you.

My arm does not tug

at each of your

rugged left and right steps;

nor does it care.

 

Rather, the night’s speckled mist

embraces me more than you ever did.

 

 

 

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