And, when you’re gone, I tend to lie
On your side of the bed
And so perceive the starry sky
As you would do, instead.

And, from this angle, I can see
The waves in Venus’ hair.
That’s such a sight it comforts me
For your not being there.

It’s mad to think I’ve grown so used
To you in every way,
Yet that explains why I’m bemused
Whenever you don’t stay.

And so I lie awake at night
And pass the time in that I write.

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