sigh.

Posted on 17 March 2017 by what sandra thinks

when I slip
into our bed
beside you
your eyes never open
your body never moves
yet you tell me
you know
I am there
when your breath…
for one perfect moment
…becomes a sigh

©2017 what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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11 Responses to sigh.

  1. Meg Sorick says:
    17 March 2017 at 9:27 am

    Ooooh, that’s a nice feeling. I love sleepy time guys!

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  2. VictoryInTrouble says:
    17 March 2017 at 11:04 am

    Ohh. Lovely. 😊

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  4. Miriam says:
    20 March 2017 at 2:55 am

    That’s really lovely

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  5. Peter's pondering says:
    23 March 2017 at 6:13 pm

    Lovely. I think most of us have been there!

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