Sleepwalker

I woke up to find
I had wandered, in my sleep
to where I had hidden from myself your deodorant,
and coated my pillow with knife sharp memories
and a significant lack of happiness, not present.

Early October,
and the air chills me
as the machine downstairs whorls
the smell from my sheets.
I wish I could sleep
nightmare free.

 

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