BEDS

Last night I wondered where you had found to sleep.
You weren't in bed. There was no-one in your chair.

Through every window the white, full moon glared .
I shivered in the garden. Where are you, my darling ?

I called out miserably: You will catch cold .
Waking, I let the daytime facts unfold.

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