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There’s a hole
On my bed
Where you belong,
Though I cram myself
Cocoon like
Into pillows and sheets,
They don’t feel like
You,
Or smell like
You,
Or make the sounds as you sleep
Like you do,
I don’t want to sleep
Because of the hole
My hand rests in.

Tags: long distance, my muse, poem, Poetry, relationships, sleeping alone