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The Morning After
She
opened her eyes
And looked across at him
Beside her in the bed
His
ruffled hair
And beard stubble
Seemed to her so appealing
In the morning light
He’d
made love to her the night before
In a way and with a tenderness
She’d never felt before
She wondered
Would it last?
Was it real?
She
hoped it could go on forever
Like this
But she knew
These things didn’t last
Experience
had taught her
These things don’t remain the same
They change
Dissipate
She
wanted it to last
Looking at him
She felt a sadness
At the inevitability of change
She
got up out of bed
He stirred
But didn’t wake
She threw on a robe
Crept out of the room
Picked up her clothes
Scattered in the other room from the night before
Went into the bathroom
Dressed
And quietly left
Closing the door behind her.
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