eyes closed
tight
with the warmth of
her body
press'd firm against mine.
still miles between us
still hours
in time.
the din of the fan
the heat
the train
are like voices
singing lullabies
when sleep will not
and cannot come.
fleeting moments
provide nightmares
to accompany
desolate feelings.
memories
that have been erased
still felt.
another argument.
there will be
no good dreams
tonight.
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