I always want to talk
to you when you're asleep.
Lying like an angel there,
next to me, invisible.
I wouldn't want to trouble
your angelic dreams.
And so I swallow
all my words.
My belly
screams.
I know the source
of this complaint,
and it's not you.
It's just these nights'
unspoken wishes
missing you.
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