I don’t think I’d slept that well in a long time,
or at least not that deeply.
I don’t think I even dreamed.
I just laid down beside you and closed my eyes; the next thing I knew 7 hours had gone by.
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This will be a collection of poems, mostly untitled scribblings that come to me throughout my day-to-day life; a sort of poetic autobiography of living and loving.)
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I don’t think I’d slept that well in a long time,
or at least not that deeply.
I don’t think I even dreamed.
I just laid down beside you and closed my eyes; the next thing I knew 7 hours had gone by.
I woke up reaching for the warm spot where you used to be.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I watched you drink your coffee, smoke a cigarette, think about your day,
And I remember smiling as I thought how much I like my life with you in it.