The crumpled sheets that covered the bed that lullabied us as I lay there beside you, for the very first and last time

The feathery soft pillow caressing your head and your hair I long to cafune

The cold Northern air seeping in the crevices of our bodies lying beside each other separated by an emptiness resonating what’s all there is to what we have

The heat emanating from your body

The faint glow of the indicator light from the television

The shadows and grays painting the ceiling

The silent creaking of the bed

The slow beating of your heart and the quiet little snores


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