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Late To Bed
I tried blowing out
The nightly candle, yet
My breath failed
As that is not
It's purpose
And when
Laying down
Felt divorced from
Cold, Sheets, and Pillow
For
My occupation left them unfull
There were in my mind
Designs on sleep, though
Poor ones
Any drowsiness was drowned
I had exhausted all my torpor
And the chirping outside
Was anticipated, not
Real
So more effective
Coiled around my toe,
Sheets felt as though
A sock with a hole
Which I was wearing already
So I re-ignited your candle,
The one you said smelled of
Very old sunflowers
Comforting myself with the pain
Of your absence
Instead of just
Thinking about it.
