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Not Here Yet

Sleeping like a starfish Spangled limbs akimbo Sometimes waking nearly wrong side up is the joy of independence and autonomy Yet this morning find arms draped across an empty side Hand curled as if holding on to you Half-awake wondering where you went Like you stepped from the room only a moment before But you are not here Have never been here At least not yet Yet I am already making room