Morning Heartbeats

As the sun chases the moon
much like I chase your memory
the sky grows lit and I grow dim.

I roll over
and look at the shadow
on my twin pillow
where you should be.

You left your shell in my bed
and now I’m nothing but empty.

-Anna Bowersox

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