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August 21, 2004

Purple Porch

A striking reflection on sleeping, rather trying to sleep, alone (via Ramblings).

I toss. I turn. I roll to His side of the bed and he's not there. Again. But I can smell his scent on the pillow and that calms me some. And when he is there I'm annoyed with this other body in my way. You would think with him being gone so many nights I'd be happy when he is here. And I am. I just don't let on that I am because I don't want him to know that I'm not happy when he's gone. If he knew that he wouldn't leave. Its just another day. Another time I'm talking to air. Oh, I sorry, I forgot you weren't here again.

Posted by Ghost of a flea at August 21, 2004 11:07 AM

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