in my mind,
the way that they are cut-out shades
of grey, layored paper mountains
underline the sky,
I never want to forget them.
I take an inventory of
my senses
in this moment,
of you lying there in the morning glow
we kiss without knowing
that was it,
halas,
too soon.
all we had to be
was nice for one more day...
and I wish I hadn't said those things,
I am sorry.
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