And I'm nowhere to be seen
You can simply find me
On your side of the bed.
Trying to smell the sheets,
Caressing your pillow,
Hiding under your blanket.
It smells of linen, freshwater,
And a cozy fireplace
By which we hang Christmas stockings
And discuss the dreams
That we see for each other.
And when you return,
I breathe a sigh of relief-
I can't hold fort without you.
This bed is too big,
And I am too little without you.
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