I miss the quiet nights with her in my arms Lying together on couches and floors And the dewy grass by the lake Long past when we should be in our bed Hearing echoes of distant traffic Around words circumscribing the Earth Warmth radiating from her tiny body Sheer enthusiasm keeping her there Far beyond where she would normally sleep Dark, gentle nights with a voice and a touch Hanging 'tween life and the sky The silences long since passed by
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