I reach into the coolness
on your side of the bed.

Half-afraid,
I listen to the lonely sounds:
the creak of night-gremlins,
the gurgle of pipes,
the tick, tick, tock.

My pulse
falls in
with the tick
and the tock
and the blood
in my veins
marks time.

This is what I am sending you
when I reach out into the soft dark and find
you are a hundred miles away.

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