Last night
was one of those nights
when i cover up my clock
hide under my quilt
with a flashlight and pen
and think.
About you,
about me,
and i think:
maybe i'm better off
when i'm not alone
because when I am
by myself,
I think too much.
When i was around you
i didn't think at all.
And i flip over my pillow
before i rest my head.
I left a salty wet print
on the other side.
I shove my headphones
in my ears, play something
anything
to get my mind away.
But it just wont seem to
vanish
like you did.
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