Unfulfilled

 

midnight strikes

awake, still

candescent light

spills

from the moon

fills

her room

and her

wraith soul

warmth, at last

she eases her nakedness

from her empty bed

empty beds

are easier

to ease out of instead

straining to see

has he come for me?

alone still

back in bed

unfulfilled

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