Morning mist melts on your shoulder
As you look out on the dawn,
And I realize how much I shall miss you.
A crisp breeze gifts pine and raspberry
To my awakening senses
As it glides about your shiver,
Reminding you of bed and down.
I cradle you in cotton and flesh,
Your face against my chest,
The warmth of your breath
Forcing back the chill of winter
From my heart.
We shall lie here together,
One last morn,
Blanketed by our goodbyes,
And I shall force a smile
As you go,
Promising to look back.
Copyright 2004 F.T.S. Miles
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