to push aside this darkness and dawn --
is yet too pale with its light where silence dwells,
my unwanted guest over-staying on the bed.
Shifting body weight left then right,
I search on this bed, any space
where your absence is not missed.
Cheer of a morning light, you are yet far off
while a quiet wind chills the window pane,
diffusing whatever is left to see
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