UNFINISHED ENDINGS

(For a hitrecord.org challenge with slight edits)

The smell of your
skin
still lingers
on the sheets,
in the bed.

It cloaks my nights.
Brings my dreams to
toss and turn.

I come hungry
for the impossible.
I wake tired
and reckless.

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