on the verge
by 
fran
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Posted: 18 March 2003 Word Count: 41 |
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Asleep, but on the verge of waking
I sense you climb down from my bed.
Then you, moving lightly around,
Gently tugging the sheets and the covers
Back into place.
And then this sadness
that you are not here
But that you are doing it for me, alone.
I sense you climb down from my bed.
Then you, moving lightly around,
Gently tugging the sheets and the covers
Back into place.
And then this sadness
that you are not here
But that you are doing it for me, alone.
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