His sock hangs off the edge of bed,
rumpled sheets flinging
it aside long-legged jeans peek out
from the pillow, unfluffed
and lean, a blanket trails a blue
question mark on the floor.
A journal spills interrupted dreams
books dribbling pages littering pencils
only a sigh of wind whispers behind the curtain
unbodied motion Holding its breath in the empty room
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