Wed, 06/19/2013 - 12:16 -- rlewter


United States
33° 29' 43.7712" N, 86° 48' 34.1316" W

Sunday mornings are my favorite,
There was no rush, and I got to spend
my time in your corner, exploring the
dark that creates your light.
We move slow, savoring each moment
until we go.
I can see you, still, with your hair
pulled back, smiling only when I
came around.
I miss you most on Sunday mornings,
drinking orange juice.
I toast to you, and whomever is
making you happy now.
Sunday mornings are my favorite,


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