in the lateness of the hour
after the sunlight fades to dusk
the moon rises high above the clouds
my last thought before sleep is you
dreams evade but sleep prevails
I rise early, as the dawn breaks
your side empty, a pillow unused
my first thoughts, always of you
whether you're here, or not by my side
whether your arm is around me or not
I know your thought is of me too
whether you can see me or not
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