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I did not hear you breathing last night . . . .

I missed it like so much music silenced,

Even the dissonant sounds of snoring,

That too I would have gladly endured

Had you been near to be lightly touched,

The brush of your hair upon my shoulder

Missing as were the gibberish murmurings

From your mouth in the hours before dawn

Death having whisked you quickly away

Left me abed alone in the night wishing

All my complaints about you returned

As so many happy blessings. . . .

I missed the sparkle of your smile,

The gleam in your eyes upon awakening.