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Light.
Grmbl hmphf.
Sleep again.
Awake.
Light is from before, not now. Time? 4:00.
You must've slept downstairs.
I grab my pillow to go join you like I sometimes do,
Just to be with you while we sleep.
I can't feel you as I fumble around in the dark,
Not downstairs on the couch,
Not on the floor,
Not in the little crowded library,
Not in the computer room.
I start to get worried.
I put my glasses on and go through each room again,
Turning on the lights this time.
I call your work, thinking you may be there,
But Bernie says you're not.
I ask RJ.
He doesn't know.
Panic.
Was there an accident?
Was Bernie wrong I hope?
I put my shoes on and go outside to see lights
And a car and you get out of it.
As I hug you I can only cry with
Relief that you are safe
In my arms
With me
Now.
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