If I could only curl up
Much like the old cat,
Content...
While quiet keeps my searching soul company
Nap through the hours of long waiting
Watching for any sign of you
Tuck myself into a wrap of hair
Balled up indifference
Hide away in the wasteful longing
The missing moments
You undoubtedly fill in
With the nearest new dearest
That offers a saucer of satisfactory treats
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