victoria · Jan 26, 2012
Golden Slumbers.

In my early morning slumber
I sensed you had just gone,
I could still feel you,
felt your lips on my hair,
like taking a hat off after a long, cold walk.

I moved to where you'd lain
the smell of you still lingered.
Sleep denied me concious regards,
so I blew you a kiss
and knew it would hit your lips in that same moment.

 
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