cocoon
July 12, 2013
my blanket still smelled of you the next night,
and brought me to smile with thoughts of you
cocooned within them, still sleeping softly.
my dear, how i wish i could have joined you
in your cocoon, smelled your scent more closely,
your skin in my senses instead of the
ever-fading whisper of your presence
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