Sixth Sense

He lives in your body. He’s there in the morning on the crisp breath of your kisses. He lingers in the kitchen when you pull my hips while I’m making breakfast. He plays crossword as we walk in the park. Signs his name when you write the grocery list. He sends kisses across the room when you glance at me during our housewarming party. He winks while you ask if we need another bottle of wine. He has never left my sight. You will see him one day and you will leave too. 


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