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His pillow, rumpled beside me
I breathe in his cologne
Wishing he didn't have to
Work so early
My pent up energy
Waking within
Musk, sweat, the
Scent of last night
His head impression dimpled
In the fluffy cotton
I reach for my teddy
Barely absent, the bed still warm
The next long, eight hours...
Kindness
11 years ago
1 comment:
Nice poem. I'm too often guilty of getting up early leaving my wife in that situation.
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