FILLING

 FILLING

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 Falling asleep, on the edge of my bed,

and the far-side of my pillow;

well into the morning hours.

Awakened, sporadically,

by the cell phone on my makeshift

bedside-table, ringing;

announcing it's you,

on the other end.

Not fooled, nor conned,

into believing, this is more

real than it really is

That words, somehow,

mean more than they say.

If sentences were magic,

were true,

you'd be filling the vacant-space,

that remains of my queen-sized-bed.

All the while, holding you,

and your hips, 

in my hands

Riding the gentle current,

of breath,

as you exhale.