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Sep 2013 · 1.1k
Mourning
Beth Griggs Sep 2013
This morning...
I looked to your closed eyes pleadingly.
I listened to your heart beat desperately.
I analyzed your body thoroughly.

Are you just a dream?
Or are you the one that has decided to stay?

Your eyes flutter open slowly.
Your lips kiss me meaningfully.
Your hands caress me gently.

Every morning you are reality.
Every morning, you relieve my mourning.

— The End —