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Again I woke earlier than you this morning.

Opening the blinds in the next room

I stood there watching the sun move closer

a lover traveling through glass spun from sand

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The floor was still cold under my bare feet from the night I wanted to

lift myself into the air and dive back down

splashing into the ocean of our bed

making waves of spice and salt and substance

But for some reason I hesitated…

If I laid down next to you

I was struck with the thought that I’d witness your dreams fading

as you turned and opened your eyes.

I didn’t want to chance what I’d see.

And I knew

I’m growing too used to your rambling distances as you angle into a place

further and further away

But who am I to say you’re lost except to me

even intimacy closes certain doors

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Too often  though you prefer to face the wall

While I ? well

Standing here watching you sleep like this

I know now I’m turning towards the sun

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