Waiting for him

I made this bed

Here for two

I wait an hour

I can't move


I want him here

He said he'd try

I know he is

I can't cry


Its not fair

He's so great

I need to relax-

accept fate


He shows up

love him to death

I love his smell

his warmth, his breath

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