As the cold comes in, whispers in one ears,
Where I lay awake, looking at the blank space,
Someone should be sleeping, right next to me,
As I lay awake and wonder, why?
The closeness feels so nice, sometimes those feelings
Are what I missed the most, that I know they wont last forever,
Once in a full moon they will break-crack-twist,
In a way, that repair will not be possible.
I want to get close again and remember those feelings,
That I missed before and don't want a second winter,
Where one heat is missing from the bed, and the remaining heart,
Will be found and be beating against mine, for the rest of the night.
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