Sleep

It seems so pointless,     

Like breathing during your last seconds.

It’s hard.      

But to that there will be no admittence.
To touch, to sea, to hear, to smell , to taste. 

That sweet sweet essence.

His breath.

Those eyes.

That warmth.

Him.       
Emptiness is what’s here. 

Not him.                

Only 22 more nights. 

Patience will be rewarded. 

By me. 

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