Rising and falling, rising and falling, your breath
in sync with mine. I shudder to think,
one day you won’t be here
lying next to me, smirking in your sleep,
little puffs of something fluff the sheets
just barely. But enough that I giggle.
We giggle together when we watch Late Night. A moment
when Leno and Conen show us something funny about that day,
and we missed it.
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