Two Ships (republish)

Two ships passing in the night, I think and sigh.  That implies a slowness, a luxury, we don’t afford.  I crawl into the bed that you have just left, still warm, still creased, from your full but lonely day’s sleep.  Thoughtlessly, I finger the creases in the sheet beside me, the course cotton but a weak substitute for your softness.

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