yes, loving you
was a honey sweetness,
a gold that frost once warned
could never stay.
but that's okay.
yes, my body may no longer
be filled to the breath
with you,
my lips may no longer
have reason to say
your name,
and my mouth may no longer empty
words of praise
in the form of kisses
onto your skin.
yes, with time i may forget
the contour of your lips
and the memory of your taste,
but tonight i smile,
content with nature's first green,
the golden sweetness
of my own solitude.
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