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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