The swirling days fail
For the time is always gone,
They twist and they turn
Leaving lonliness; an empty bed.
Searching for the lingering
Scent of your presence
On a pillow quickly growing cold.
Pretend the smell is you.
A shell would be pleasant
To hide away in
If two could squeeze in together.
Let the world swirl on by!
In a cozy, quiet place
A person feels bigger
When they are circled all around
By someone they love.
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