Strange occurrence.
Sat in the car and kept a brave face.
Unlocked, the tears didn’t spill until the door was closed.
Some affliction.
Stress, otherwise.
I was stressed out you didn’t sleep next to me.
The inevitable insomnia.
My tossing, turning, snoring.
I know it gets to you.
I had a nightmare about you and I wondered how you were doing on the couch.
I stayed right there, like you said.
Until I awoke only twenty minutes later, and the bed was empty.
So empty, I kept looking around.
It makes the world feel too large when I’m in there.
You never tell me anything unless it comes up.
I’ll miss you, I guess.
Even if I know it’s not a guess.
I didn’t have the confidence to leave that part off.
Questioning faith and now,
See you on the flipside.
Expected order, and I still took it badly.
You’ll do good out there.
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