it is the echo I hear
that wakes me up at night
the memory of the tap tap tap
chit chat we had and I
miss
the knowing she will be there
when I lay my head down to rest
the request to know
how I feel
what I plans for the morning are
and not always the
rhetoric
that gives rise to me
the echo of it all
reverberating in my chest
when I breathe
the recall that still stirs me
a dream state that
comes
in those moments
just before sleep drags me
too deep for me to
recall it all at all
the tap tap tap the stirring me up
not rain on the roof
though sometimes that too
but fingers undoing me
unlocking the
combination to my core
even with the Innocence
the loving questions
that bring on the night
the tenderness I still sense
with each echo repeating inside of me
tapping my chest as
if my heart
I still hear wishing I could get them
for real again and
feel as if I did
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