Routine

I wake
with my heart and my hands
still tangled in you.

My limbs
ache; stiff and mangled
with the shape of you.

Cold seeps,
creeps across the sheets,
from the absence of you.

I beg
for sleep, to wrestle me down
back into you.

I weep
I sleep
I wake

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