When one realizes there is no who's side of the bed... No sharing the middle nor sleeping on the edge... As there's one blanket n a single body claiming the surface as the mind rests... There's an emotion that comes to notice the sleeping alone has gotten comfortable with the numbers in the chest... Like it's forgotten there was someone else that laid bedside the motionless intent... When the hmm somehow comes to sighs trying to vent... Remembering how choosing who sleeps where crosses the thought of why there's a need to invest... Finding the open space remind self is the loneliness once the feel is ok with the emptiness... Forgetting the fact that there once was a passiin that came with rolling over in the middle of the night to cuddle before the morning the next... Awakening to what was that is no more as if a dream itself cracked n reality got in to lalaland as the penetration found the neglect... Softening free will to overlook n overcome what was never meant... So it left n in the leave time swallows the remains whole until that moment of memory strokes washing signs so items urgent... Missing the touch of the matter all over again due to the recognition of the what to reject... With a hurt face until it wares off n being alone stretches without even thinking of the irrelevance... Outta mind, outta sight n gripping pillows that gives to the comfort inn the darkness that holds objects... Away they went...
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