Awaking

Some mornings
When I awake I think
It is you who lies beside me.

My heart lurches
At the thought;

Just as I shake off the last
Vestige of sleep
I feel you.

Then reality dawns
And I remember you are dead;

Your essence fades
As though you had never existed

I find myself wishing you back
Then, there is a stirring
From the other side of the bed

And I think, “what is this treachery“

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