3:22 and it's not you lying next to me

you're probably sleeping just fine.

Eyes just barely closed and

fingertips inches away.

Soft snores telling dreams I wish to be in.

But when I open my eyes

it's not your face I see.

So I roll over at 3:23

wishing it was you that was mine.

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