My pillow misses you
more than I do.
The way you taste,
the way you feel
your kiss echoes goodnight.
A sheep
lost its way to the moon
tonight.
We both lie awake,
waiting for you
the last thought
before falling asleep.
If it seemed
I never missed you,
you’re sadly mistaken
and everything in between.
Everything In Between
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