I wake up at 2:40
In the morning
And I think of you
I picture you
On your king-size bed
Cribbed like an infant
With your dogs
Or your thoughts
Sleeping next to you.
~
The television must be on
As that’s how you like it
With Chandler spilling his sarcasm
Or Monica obsessing over tidiness
~
You say you like your space
But sometimes, im sure
When you turn towards the left
In one of your sweet slumbers
And your arms fall hopelessly
On the empty sheets
You do taste some bitterness.
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Beautifully written
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Thank you, dear friend.
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The distance of the heart is at least as far as the distance of the body… A very accurate description of a breakup.
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Oh yes, you said it exactly! Thank you for reading and the warm feedback.
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Nice.
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Thank you, Manoj.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you.
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That’s nicely written 🙂
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Oh, thank you so much. 🙂
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I really like this one. The subtle yet effective images and that last line
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Oh, that you so much. I’m deeply overwhelmed.
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Beautiful
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Thank you. 😃
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😊
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Very poignant and the ending…so powerful. Beautiful poem!
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Thank you so much, Karima.
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This is so lovely. Thank You. 💕
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Hey there! Thanks a lot.
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