Friday, December 4

Sonnet : Pangs of love

Pangs of Love

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I stirred in the bed, you lay asleep.
I would be gone before you woke up.
The alarm shook my bitter sweet dreams
I got up and filled warm water in the tub,
I took a quiet bath, and peered over you
You still slept, like a stranger, in the dark
I felt a stab, sipping my morning brew
Another work week for us, living apart
I changed, noiseless, under a dim light
You nodded dreamily, as if you approve
The fragility, in a half morning, half night
I planted a kiss on your neck, long overdue

I hoped you would drag me back to the bed
You rolled over and hugged my pillow instead

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