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The sheets yet to cool and the sun yet
to rise, I've already practiced an easy
goodbye– but seeing you wreathed in
sheets, sleepy, pleased, feels unkind when
you're just a dream I have sometimes.
and invited the moon into the
room – a stranger, she stole
through the night to our chambers,
a bevy of damsels to carry her candles.
She lit up our eyes; she lit up our skin
like our skin was the sky.
Then she loaned me her robe and she kissed me goodbye.
He stays w/ u til the end & always know where u're at & what u're up to.
I counted the hours
now the days
Will I count the weeks?
The months?

I suspect I will.

It was beautiful

It was special

Feelings known only with you
now float like driftwood
on the vast ocean between us
Words by K A Little
7 March 2011
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