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She lies naked in the dark

Curled cat-like in a ball.

Turning the pillow over

To feel the cool side,

She Presses the softness

against her warm cheek.

Lying in a messy rumpled bed

With only the pillow

And a phone line for comfort,

Her fingers brush over her

bare belly, smooth like polished marble,

Absently trying to imitate

The touch of his voice on her skin.

It’s not good enough now though.

All the flutterings left

Hours ago and now

All that’s left

Is a cold lonely after-taste

And loneliness.