lying together,
breathing the same.
our chests rise and fall
the same.
rise and fall.
no, it's my back.
rise and fall.
for i lie on my stomach,
my arm across you in
an untangled form
of cuddle.
and in the air is,
i miss you,
even though i'm not
gone yet.
but you don't say
anything and neither
do i. just
touch foreheads,
rest, and
fall back to sleep.
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