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I woke reaching out for you

Out stretched hand for the ghost 

Left by a dream so real

Yet escaping like a thief in the night

Catching waking light peering through my window

Watching it dance like pixies on my wall

Wanting that light to be your warm body

Making its way slowly to my side wanting me

The mornings we are apart I struggle

You walk through the walls of my mind 

Exiting with the sound of the alarm clock

Peace of mind comes in the form of a phone call and your voice comforting me