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Description
These sheets, they miss your warmth,
As I do,
Folded straight and clean,
From lazy weekend sleep-ins,
And late night crashes.

Salt-soaked pillowcases,
Have forgotten your dreams,
Spilling out onto canvas,
With long night nothings,
And whispered findings.

Favourite sunset mornings,
From photos that sit still,
Upon my side table,
With rememberings like fingerprints,
Tip-toed all over the frame.

I'd remember how to miss you,
If it meant you were coming back.

Description
These sheets, they miss your warmth,
As I do,
Folded straight and clean,
From lazy weekend sleep-ins,
And late night crashes.

Salt-soaked pillowcases,
Have forgotten your dreams,
Spilling out onto canvas,
With long night nothings,
And whispered findings.

Favourite sunset mornings,
From photos that sit still,
Upon my side table,
With rememberings like fingerprints,
Tip-toed all over the frame.

I'd remember how to miss you,
If it meant you were coming back.