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on the verge

by  fran

Posted: Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Word Count: 41




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.