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I know the thumping of blood in my fingers,
the twinge in my back,
the tension behind my calves far too well.
The bristle of cold is too much
but the silence without the fan is suffocating.
My blankets are too heavy,
settled over my torso like the rock in my chest
but I can’t sleep without the weight.

This awareness is a manifestation of my longing;
for your hands in my hair,
your warmth at my spine,
your shoes on my floor.
This is what I feel when I can’t feel you –
palpitations, vibrations,
fixations that drive me to insomnia.

Only the trains are any comfort,
plowing away into the night
screaming here I am; there I go
like world-weary tramps moving just to be moving.

Like you, working just to be working,
burning midnight oil and paper
when you could be breathing fire down my neck.
*nightshade-keyblade left a comment on Contact likening my tactile memories to a sort of superpower. It is in some ways, but it keeps me up at night. Thus, this was born.
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SweetsAndCharades Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2013
Wonderful :)
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:heart:
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369dreamergirl Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2013  Student Writer
ah, all of this is amazing :heart: 
i honestly can't really pick apart one line that i love, all of it is relevant
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :heart:
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mina12310 Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2013  Student General Artist
"My blankets are too heavy,
settled over my torso like the rock in my chest
but I can’t sleep without the weight." so true :)
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks :D
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anapests-and-ink Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
"screaming here I am; there I go"--yes.  That is exactly the sound of trains at night--and the perfect image to encapsulate the loneliness and longing in this poem.
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Sep 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :D I really like the trains - I've tried to write about them before, but this is the first time I think I got there.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2013  Professional Writer
;; Awwwww.
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SilverInkblot Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:)
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