I never kept the chain on my door
when you lived here before
and when you left me
I let you keep the key
because I hoped maybe you would decide
to slip in at night and lay by my side
see I keep dreaming that you are there
sleeping by me in your underwear
and honey my arms hold one another
as they clutch the memory of being your lover
and if you asked me I could not pretend
I didn't want to give you the key again
because there is a place next to me
waiting for you emptily, eternally.
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