heaven

by HelluvaGirl

when her sleepy eyes travel down
the morning landscape of his chest
skin against the breeze of his exhale
sunk in the scent of his peaceful embrace
she remembers no other names
and in the tenderest minutes of all farewells
she hopes he is half as sad to leave
as she is to keep letting him go

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