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You're not here tonight.
I look to the chair,
where you curl up with the kittens,
to watch tv and comfort me,
just being there.
I don't hear the noises you make,
your laugh, your soothing voice.
I hear the silence, the cold quiet,
of being alone, totally alone,
while you're gone.
I crawl into bed, and reach for you,
but your pillow is cold and empty.
I can smell you on our blanket, in our bed.
But I can't feel you, your warm touch,
I miss you.
Chrispian H. Burks
Lit.Org Owner / Founder
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