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The Hours
2026-04-13
How will I ever get over you?
I cannot envision my bed
without your slumbering body,
the way you lay beside me,
your arm wrapped around my waist.
And I only care to inhale your body scent
as though you are exotic, mountain flowers
plucked from the highest peak.
And I only care to rest my head
against your chest,
to listen to your heartbeat
at peaceful rest.
I only want these precious minutes,
we share, fleeting as they are,
to linger on,
like stolen hours kept in a jar.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
I cannot envision my bed
without your slumbering body,
the way you lay beside me,
your arm wrapped around my waist.
And I only care to inhale your body scent
as though you are exotic, mountain flowers
plucked from the highest peak.
And I only care to rest my head
against your chest,
to listen to your heartbeat
at peaceful rest.
I only want these precious minutes,
we share, fleeting as they are,
to linger on,
like stolen hours kept in a jar.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
