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Orbit

3/7/2018

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Picture
Day slips from me
Through the trees
The moon chasing it
With me between
Another night comes
And you’re still not here


Each period of twenty four hours
Is a circle I trace
Winding up
At the same place I began
The steps I take
May bring rain, snow, sun, or wind
But never you


I wake in the morning
Wishing today were the day
Knowing it’s not
Wondering why
Hope leaving unseen
Like my body heat
From between the sheets




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