Stay here with me,
my ear to your chest,
and the weight of the day
lifting.
I want to remember
your features, soft in the light,
and your breath warm
with a faint smell of sugar.
I cannot let go,
until the morning mist rises
and the sun beams
gently dance on your cheek.
In that moment I'll know,
your love is as real as the pain
I no longer remember
feeling just hours ago.
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