The Good Moments

He loved the way I rolled out of bed
and crawled my way to the kitchen
in the mornings
I’d reach out for the coffee machine
and he’d reach out for my hips
tilt my head to the side
kiss that sweet spot on my neck

This too was a form of worship

– memories of the past.                                                                                        ,

 

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