stop leaving

Some mornings I wake up 

Grab my pen and notebook in a hurry

I want to write down my dream

I want to remember everything

The lightness of your touches

The sweetness of your lips

The endless blue of your gaze

The sunkissed skin, the freckles

I wish you’d stop leaving

Before sunrise

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