The sound of the rain outside my window, falling through the trees and on the roof
The book in my hands, or perhaps just the idea of it
The cold sheets and colder room, from the window you left open
The gentle downward slope of a fading day, a comforting darkness slowly forming
The simple, daily promise that you’ll be here soon with me.
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