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Her Bedroom Wall
My eyes drifted
to the photos
on her bedroom wall.
She didn’t see me
reviewing her past
while basking in her present.
I marveled
that her one precious life
brought her to this moment.
In those sweet seconds of my coming,
I loved her past and all that might be her future.
to the photos
on her bedroom wall.
She didn’t see me
reviewing her past
while basking in her present.
I marveled
that her one precious life
brought her to this moment.
In those sweet seconds of my coming,
I loved her past and all that might be her future.
Published 11th Jan 2022
| Edited 22nd Jan 2022
Author's Note
Seeing my lover's photos heightened my pleasure.
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11th Jan 2022 3:16pm
11th Jan 2022 5:26pm
11th Jan 2022 6:43pm
It would be poignant to see pictures of one's partner, connecting her past with your present, being given a glimpse of her journey to the present (I notice one of the pics is a scan picture presumably of herself in the womb).
