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flipping over at 6:30
to watch you roll out of bed
was never comforting to me before
your grunts and mumbles as you pull on a shirt
slip into your jeans
rub your hair carelessly
i long to pull you back here
into my arms
where flowers grow only for you
and trees of calmness and inspiration
sprout only for you
but i know we have returned to reality
and you must go off to make your life move
so i will lie in your bed
another hour
and wait
until you return
to these grey sheets again.

—Labor Day

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