Most nights as I fall asleep
I let my body be
Nude and
Covered by sheets
Bolstered by bedding while I ponder
Not thinking about you
Or really anyone in between
The tones of silence
Sad music
Echoing in my ears
As I be in the bed
In the dark
In the sound
In the space without you
In the thoughts not of
You
Yet forever nestled in the wrinkles of your palms
- J. A. Kind
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