Li-C

Dear Rosalind,         From the never-ending parade of news about town, I gather that you have made my Romeo exceedingly happy. Yes, I still refer to him as MY Romeo. In my heart of hearts, I would not remember him any other way. I suppose that I am beyond the point of hoping that he will leave you, although there is nothing that I would rather see happen. Oh, I know that we would grow to resent each other over time, and we would never make each other happy (I am far too adventurous and prone to wandering). I still wish that we might have been given time to figure it out on our own.    

I breathe in the scents of fabric softener and conditioner Snuggled into the warmth of a thick comforter As a fan whirls a soft breeze in the background And my soft pillow smiles into my hair Snuggled into the warmth of a thick comforter The shoulder I sleep on shifts minutely And my soft pillow smiles into my hair A gentle kiss is pressed to my forehead The shoulder I sleep on shifts minutely A small noise of contentment escapes me A gentle kiss is pressed to my forehead My hand burrows into my pillow A small noise of contentment escapes me One little sigh gives me away My hand burrows into my pillow I wish for this to never e