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Jan 2022
Pillows are spread
Duvet thrown carelessly
An empty bed
Tangled precariously
My heart is thundering
Can’t help wondering
If your energy portrays
Immortality
Or the ending of days
I fear you waking
That’s the reality
My life is receding
You are living, breathing
More precious
Than anything
I have ever known
I live through you
Vicariously
These days
You are my home
Now is the time
It’s not too late
To tell you this
A morning kiss
And a cup of tea
Brewed with love
From you to me
We must never end
My lover, my soul mate
My friend
Written by
Sheila Haskins  F/Suffolk England
(F/Suffolk England)   
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