Sometimes things fall apart

I lie here tangled in you,
Your fingers trace the spaces between mine,
Spring’s sun pierces through trying to catch a glimpse –
As our shadows dance on ruffled sheets.
The sound of the rain hammers against the glass,
Awaking me from my slumber,
The dullness of the grey lingers to remind me –
I lie here tangled in the memory of you

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