Scent kept in my nose, in my clothes & in hers, in the pillows & bed, in the thoughts & the strains.
The source will rearrange & come into my arms, so her sleep goes afar & loses itself, lit by the grinning moon my heart can turn into when she naps by my side.
Today's will not be a lonely night since she strolls in my heart, thus my waiting sits quietly.

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