A warm emptiness between the pillows
Windows open to an evening sigh
Just the sheets. Just the air.
Shifting between abandoned spaces
Entangled with frustration and longing
Just rest. Just rest this once.
A dream lost, a part of self torn away
Discarded and unworthy of another
Just one's self. Just another night.
The crimson coals of the soul burn on.
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