I hated waiting for you to wake up.
I left you flowers and some tea
and tapped my foot on the cold floor to the rhythm of your heartbeat
something about the night,
the density filled the already humid air and spread guilt through my veins as I realised
you were gone.
oh what i would do to hear your heartbeat again
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Gone With The WindPoetry
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