I awake to the sound of rain.
Your arms envelope me.
Your tender whispers
beg me to remain
as I snuggle against
your warmth.
The ceiling fan whirs above us…
curtains billow.
Pictures on the bureau
stare in wonder,
jealous of what they see.
You draw me near,
and a tear rolls down my face.
The clock keeps ticking,
though I beg for it to stop.
I don’t want to go!
These moments are too precious,
too few…
Still, forever they will linger.


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Good stuff.
Myke
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