I Wait

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As I lie in my bed, 
broken from rejections,
I seek your breath 
to spread over my body 
like an old medicine 
of an era gone by.
I want your fingers,
resting on the small of my back,
tracing our names,
together as they are supposed to be.
I need your embrace,
your head resting on my shoulder,
mumbling sweet nothings
in your sing-songy voice.
I desire conversations,
about old gods and new,
creating our own fairy tales,
and humming lost tunes.

I look to your side of the bed.
It’s empty. I wait.

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