i don't recognize this world
so blurry before my waking eyes
when I sat up in sea
of our linens to find
your side a void
in the house
and I felt around till
my vision improved
and it settled down on me so loud
its as if i were asleep for a hundred long years
and the sick daylight seared in my fears
with a leaving-letter left
on the white marble cold
on the dresser by the weary old phone
when i woke up to find
all that i had
worth loving
had
gotten-up
early
and
gone.
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