I cried today when I woke
from dreaming of the inside
of a hug that felt like warm
afternoon sunshine on bare
shoulders on the first spring
day after a lifetime of winters.
My left ear had been pressed
against your chest, but the pillow
was too soft and too cold and
too without the sound of your
heartbeat matching the steady
rhythm of cricket song outside
the open bedroom window.
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