every morning my husband leaves before the sun is shining, before the world has woken from slumber. but before he leaves i get a kiss on the forehead.
and this is what i think:
Moist soft touch,
When you’re gone it’s cold and you’re missed,
I want to leave it so I cup my hand to hold on to it,
As it dries I reminisce,
Oh how I love your kiss.
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