You Will Never See Her Wake

 

You
will never be the one
to kiss the sun
off her shoulder blades in the morning.

You
will not be the one
to trace the patterns
the lace drapes make along 
her bare back.

Your fingers
will never be able to
memorize the dips of the
blessed vertebrae in 
her spine.

You
will never be able to kiss
to taste her morning breath in your mouth,
as she rolls onto her side to greet you.

You 
will never get to wonder
what picture is playing
on the inside silver screen
of her eyelids.

Her sheets
will never be soiled
with your
scent.

 

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