Morning Come

In the morning I wake first and rise to walk the dog, and put on my tea to boil. You still sleep so sound in the morning dusk of our room. I leave my boots at the door and tip toe through the kitchen, holding my breath until I hear the coming-to of yours; a […]

via Morning Come — Pen of the Prophet

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