some morning

i'll wake up with you by my side

planning nothing

but holding you longer

as the sun glints in

between badly drawn blinds

coffee and a newspaper

or sitting by the ocean

perhaps just a moment with a book in the grass

nothing mattering

because we'll go together.

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it's late.

i can't sleep.

for the fears of not dreaming,

and the fears of dreaming.

so, i allow the tears to drop

silently

leaving but a trace on my cheeks,

as i take advantage of the internet

finding ever Bon Iver song

for my very own.

music to match my mood,

somewhere between enjoyment,

and the soundtrack to my grief

learning how to live in the space between.

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