This is unfinished at the moment - something I scribbled down a few months ago, just before nodding off to sleep.
One day,
One of us will be
Alone – a
Single
Limb.
Solo drumstick,
Without its mate.
An empty, breathless bed,
Silence at the table.
Only memories for company.
Stretch out now and reach for warmth.
Now.
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