Letting go

A Poem by Akroma

My eyes open and

before I can see the clock on the nightstand,

or the still spinning ceiling,

I see the comforter tucked under his stubble kissed chin.

It's been so long since I had one of those nights

With nothing better to do.

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Added on June 27, 2009
Last Updated on July 2, 2009

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