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Crickets

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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