As the space
between each heartbeat
widens,
and everything else slows down,
a stubborn reality
replaces your mouth
and reminds me
that my bed is empty
and my eyes
aren't seeing you
and I may as well have no sight at all
if I can't fill the gaps
with pictures
of your stomach
against my back
and your arms
around my arms
as we lay there
and you told me
that then was all you needed
and that I am your universe.
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