Early Morning

Soft rain taps on the window

I hear you sigh.

The cool sheets feel exquisite against my skin,

Just like your touch.

Moments that pass this way are,

so few,

but infinitely divine.

The low rumble of thunder,

and I awake alone.

The chords of a piano echo in the muted room,

and the dream is gone.

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