the world knows tht i hate mornings so naturally they are getting longer in the halflight which weeks ago was sunswept i look back through misted windows at u sleeping in the ruins of the bed tht took me too long to make through each condensation droplet u (the person i love) lay refracted cheeks buried in blanket snowdrifts hair expanding like the crab nebula u’ll make the bed in tht perfect hotel way put away the mugs to gently obscure any hint tht someone lives here but we have been looking for life for so long we have become experts if u squint at distant suns eventually some of their glow skims through the atmosphere of their planets & scientists (who are smarter than me) can pull apart spectra to decode the phantoms hiding in this light they can point to the barcodes of life oxygen / methane / carbon through the window i can see ur soft breathing feeding my dying plants when i get home u will be gone the evening sun through the window will trap dust motes like animals on highways & i will stand squinting at work emails just smart enough to decode the traces of u tht linger in the damp air & i will miss u i will really miss u
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