Dawn:
She drifts
Room to room
Lost in her thoughts.
The couch invite rest
So she sits a moment.
Last night floods her senses: him.
The ghost of a scent is soon gone
But her thoughts continue to linger
No longer lost, she finds herself anchored
To the way he makes her heart flutter
And the way she feels so at peace.
She sits and ponders the mood
Glad that he visited
Sad that he is gone
Anticipates
His return
To her
Heart
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