of night, has nothing to do with
you.
or you,
or even you.
no, i've moved on
from
such drama.
ancient history.
it's more about an extra
blanket needed,
the water
dripping in the sink.
or a dog
on the street barking.
no, it has nothing
to do with you.
i toss and turn
because
someone with
her wild hair is itching
my cheek,
and snoring.
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