i fall asleep in
your arms
but you aren't here.
i lean
upon
your lap
stretched out, exhausted
but content,
but you aren't here.
i feel your warm hand
upon my back,
i hear your voice,
the whisper of you saying
things
i need to hear.
i smell the perfume
that you used to
wear,
skin against
warm
skin.
i fall asleep in your arms,
but you aren't
here.
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