By Morrotom

On this crisp autumn morning
with the day still half asleep
under a blanket of fog
being drawn back by the sun,
my leg reaches out like a tendril
to touch the warm sweetness of you,
but I’m awakened instead by your absence.

“I write to find common voices to sing with.” – the writer

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