More Hasty poetry



The light was shining through the curtain.

Morning, once again, came far too early.

I had beat the alarm clock going off today

I never, ever beat those annoying notes

But today I had and so I laid still listening

To the birds breaking the a.m. silence

I realized I was above the covers, dressed

Having fallen asleep before I had meant to

I felt his hand in mine, strong and warm

His hand held mine and I thought briefly


Don’t ever let go

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