I didn't find you there last night
Amid the rumpled unkempt sheets
That shroud me as I sleep alone
I didn't feel your body's heat
Radiating, given freely,
Warming this small drifting speck,
An icy clump of random dirt
That happens to be me
I turn again and look around
In every path are points of light
But they are frozen, cold and distant
And Newton's laws are not enough
To bring them quickly here.
And so I wander in the dark
But still from time to time
I check to see
If one of them is brightening.
It could mean that
I'm getting closer.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
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