I kissed you on the summit of your cheek bone,

My lips chasing your scattered freckles;

You didn’t flinch, and I knew recriminations would follow,

My imprint beside you evidence of my desertion;

And as you reach for that fading warmth

So do I reach for your calloused hand in this pastel

Painted morning strewn with the night’s debris,

And as you whisper into the room “Don’t go,”

So do I whisper to the sunrise “Don’t stay.”

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