Blackness turns to gray
Dreams scrambled, reality intrudes, consciousness returns
My arms, reach out, for during the night, we have drifted apart.
I kiss the soft hair, at the back of her neck
I'm so cold...but she's so warm
So I roll over, and feel my spine against hers. And I wait....
And I smile
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