I cried today, as I touched your face, in memory,
not wanting to waken you in your slumber
I eased out of bed, early, to brew your favorite coffee,
knowing the aroma would awaken you
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your Love Your vibrant passion was as steamy as the coffee we sipped, as we lay embraced in each others arms....sweet memories....... i cried...... you hve pictured lovely memories my dear poet. very nice poem. thank you. tony
This is very sad...keep writing...you express well...thank you.
Good that we are blessed with memory; even enough to take home with us!