The subtlety with which she slipped out of bed
with the sheet covering just enough
to leave plenty for the imagination
broke my slumber.
Through sleepy eyes I loved, lost, argued and made up with her.
Dreams filling in the blanks that conscious reality missed.
These necessary to keep heart strings baited and entwined with hers.
For if an inch of pride or insincerity were to remove any one of these instances,
my love for her would drift into the unknown,
evaporating like tears on the sidewalk.
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