The Body Beside
If I should wake
in darkest night
from outward terror
or inward fright
and lay in breathless
creeping dread
suspecting you
or I were dead
long moments pass
(as seconds seem)
when captured in
a haunting dream
if you but breath
I've often found
it takes no more
to turn all 'round
from certain and
impending doom
to resting safely
in our room
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