Don't

Don't ask me if I slept well.

You most certainly know that there

was no sleep for me last night.

Lying in the dark

Waiting for a touch that

wouldn't come.

If a caress could cross miles

If by thinking of holding me—

I thought I saw a shadow move but

Found that I could not will you to me.

Don't laugh.

Bothered as I was

I gradually fell

Into a fitful kind of release—

Set loose from a body that longed for your touch.

"I slept fine."

"And you?"

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