dripping beside my bed,
It wasn't the smell of cheap instant coffee
simmering in my favorite chipped mug,
It wasn't the taste of your sex
lingering on my lips from last night,
It wasn't the embrace of the sheets wrapped around me
protecting me from the cold morning,
It wasn't the sound of old blues being the soundtrack
to the vision of wild love made last night,
It wasn't any of this
which made me miss the thought of you
in bed with me.
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