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this morning i am freezing,
the way you were.

i know sometimes i say the wrong things,
and i worry too much you're over me
and i have had more than a few
dreams of you, and i tangled together
in the morning, rising early
to brush each others teeth
for our new day in.

when you left, i could not keep from shaking,
like coming down off something serious,
and it continues despite the days that are between
our first day and now, whenever i think of your return.

there is still a full week ahead, and only four days behind
i can't stop wishing i was there, or you were home,
or i could just sleep through this and wake to you,
on the edge of my bed again, folded like sheets
or an ampersand i only want to place between our names
as my only thought these days are of how i feel that much better
next to you.