Wake
up clementine
lover.

a dove
has flown
out our
bedroom
window.

and deep
pools
of melancholy
still lie in
your
eyes from

the night

before.

and the
morning
remembrance,

leaves us
with these
whispers
we share.

that shape us.


bend us
to one
another's
needs.

and as
your
hand
lies so
tightly
within
mine in

first light,

remember
too.

in this
day or
a million
next...

I never
will
never ever
let your
spirit

go...