Wednesday

I made coffee this morning 

and brought it upstairs 

to where you lay; your body

was half in the dark

and half in the light,

I liked it. 

Putting the coffee down,

your eyes watched me

as I did so;

I thought for

a moment I felt your

hand stroking the outline

of my arm, but no;

the wind blew the curtains,

your hands never moved once. 

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