The
night is quiet.
No
rustling.
No
chirping.
No
breathing.
Where
are you?
The bed
is empty.
Made.
Four
am.
No
sleep.
I miss
you.
You're
asleep.
Grinding
teeth.
Mumbling
nonsense.
Snoring
lightly.
I wish
I was there.
-Zero
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