by DanaB
Year: 
2016
Though your glasses sit
atop the windowsill,
sharp breaths in the night
and helpless wanderings of the mind
help me see
that you’re a stranger.
 
The unknowingness of his body
and the comfort of yours
bring you back into
these coffee stained sheets
but the insulatedness
of your consciousness
just makes me want a new apartment.
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