I won't allow my cheek to hit the pillow,
until then I can take comfort
in liquid to help lower my eyelids.
If my head lays to rest,
your jaw is not there
resting on my forehead.
If I see darkness,
our own lullabies
are silent.
If I hear that fan,
your bangs are
no longer moving.
If I cup that pillow,
your soft chest
isn't beneath my palm.
If I find that narrow pillow,
you didn't snag your favorite.
If my knee meets my chest,
it isn't gripping your thigh.
If I lay still,
your twitching isn't keeping me awake.
My body still finds no rest
in your absence.
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