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The sun

You dip down across this stretch of blue

Pale

You're a shimmer, a spot of

intensity behind the folds of the bedroom curtain.

 

And I feel my height with you.

I feel my endless soul

Held

I feel my size.

My shape, the color of my borders.

 

You're leaving this sky

Cold

All your heat, given away

no longer for me.

poetryMegan Bowser