MM ( / Charleston, MS)

The Morning After

I woke up with a smile this morning
(You put it there last night).
And for only a moment, being alone didn't seem
So lonely.
Then I reached across the pillows
To touch your memory,
And the realization that you weren't there
Was as cold as the untouched sheets
On the other side of the bed.

by Melissa McKellar

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