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

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