Unmade

A Poem

Unmade A breeze washes over you from the open window at your side

You keep nothing Just a sheet Holding space For our return

Our spot remains A concave memory Of passion and love

Ruffled from sleep and dreams and yearning

Waiting for us with bated breath so we can be Whole again

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