The bed is cold

The sheets still have your scent

I’ve been hunting under the covers

Searching for you

I’ve been eating cake for days

The sprinkles add the final touch

Perfect and yummy

Delicious to my taste buds

The air is cold

But the heart is warm

My blue eyes are opening

Ive never let someone in so far

Cupid must have pricked my tushie

Must have flown on by

Because now all I see is pinks and reds

On this day

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.02.14.01:19:12 @ 1515 NYC

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