Here

Grey cotton skies
fumble past the pane.

The Eye peeks through the horizon,
a bittersweet reminder
of distance.

I drink my coffee,
You embrace slumber.

But you should be here
dousing the candlelight.

And I, cutting you the first slice of cake.

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