I spilled the long awaited troubles
over a silk bedspread
wrinkled by love.
A future rising above the
horizon
of your hazel eyes.
You have warmed me on many a winters night
and brightened my room
with your summer smile.
A compendium of memories
on an antique tureen
that pleasure
painted with your eye shadow.
I think of you dearly
as you
cast a shadow on my mirror
left behind in a closed room.
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