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Dec 2024
The cooling air
of the night
falls
gently
Into the room
as I enter.

The dim light
softest butter
yellow
shows
you
asleep in the  
armchair
glasses askew,
book laying open
across your lap
A small
smile upon
your face
and a small snore escaping your lips.

And I know
once again.
that...
I love you

Til time
immemorial
begins,
ends
and
dissolves away
He waits up for me, at least he tries to on those night  I work late
betterdays
Written by
betterdays  F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)   
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