Coffee and Crickets

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Feet dragging across the floor
Dust particles creeping under the door
Empty coffee cups with dark stains
Artwork of brush strokes against the grain

Blankets left unfolded on the chair
Picking up a brush for my hair
Cigarettes in the afternoon and crickets at night
You were such a beautiful sight

Whispering until the words all melted together
Your eyes changing with the mood of the weather
Lying in bed till the sun opens my window
Wishing you didn’t have to go





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