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Click hereShe wore my tee-shirt to bed
after climbing inside my head
after doing what we did
emotions only slightly hid,
Bed was small but that was fine
headboard of unpainted pine
window open, curtains blowing
not clear where we were going,
Tee-shirt reached just below
a place I had come to know
had the logo of some bar
a distant memory afar,
In the bed we pretended
that the night had not yet ended
but sleep was really what we needed
and exhausted, that urge heeded,
She held me tight, then not at all
I heard a distant coyote call
a lonely railroad crossing horn
I felt a little bit forlorn,
The sun eventually rose again
I made coffee and poured it in
fund-raiser mugs from NPR
I read the name of that bar,
On my tee-shirt that she wore
that soon fell to the floor
with a little caffeine buzz
one more time, just because …