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the moon is a whisper
on my bedroom wall,
she's ten times louder in my head

...

her name is a tide
it pulls,
it tugs,
it etches itself
on the inside of my eyelids

...

every blink is a memory i didn't ask for
her laugh-
uninvited
but welcome
always

...

the bed is too big
for one body and this much longing
some nights
sleep forgets me
other nights
she replaces it