when you're gone

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It's 1:27am.
You're thousands of miles away.

It's dark out,
But it stopped raining.

My window is open,
I can hear cars from the highway.

My fan is off,
I can hear dogs barking on the next street over.

I've got four blankets on my bed,
And two of your shirts.

Though tonight is like many nights you were here,
It feels nothing like the nights you were here.

When you're here, I'm filled with warmth.
But as of now, the cold is leaking through my nerves, straight to the bone.

It's now 1:35am.
You're thousands of miles away,

And while tonight is like many nights you were here,

It feels nothing like it,
Because you're gone..

07/20/16

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