i stayed up too late.
that scent that was on your face
shaving cream and kisses
was on a pillow, too.
that made me miss you.
like i used to.
i felt your chest.
that way you heave sleepy sighs
up and down over and under
dreams and rest.
i'll keep the door open
like you want me to.
i spun my brain out.
that feeling that was on my mind
exhausted or outshined
was on yours, too.
but you fell asleep.
like i should have.
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