through the window,
still tangled up with
the cold sheets.
Eyes still closed,
mind still in a haze.
Hands searched for the
plaid shirt strewn somewhere
on the surface of the bed,
breathed in the scent
that still lingered with it.
Frozen feet brushed against
the fabric of worn-out jeans,
hoping to find the other
pair that that could keep it warm.
It took awhile to realize
that the only thing missing
from this ensemble was
the body that once warmed
these clothes.
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