Thursday, January 1, 2009
Last Day
Fake candles put off a soft glow in our bedroom windows; the whole house freshly scoured for company who will cross over into the new year with us. No one will come until morning, this night is for us to see each other only on the last day of what felt like a long cycle. We sleep, we wake before the sun comes up, just like plenty of other days, in each other's arms.
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