Our Dance - Poem by Tessa Roods
I don't know how to move on from you.
As you sleep hundreds of miles away,
I always find a way to wake up right next to you.
I imagine your eyes shut,
closing that window into your soul,
my view into your inner world.
But then your lashes finally open,
and as you shake your slumber,
we begin to toss and turn,
in a dance of romance and embrace,
both filled internally with bliss.
When I finally pull myself out of bed,
you are no longer there, and I begin my day alone.
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