Stay,
like the froth on your upper lips
between the sips of hot chocolate.
Stay,
like the lazy outline of your body
on the messed up sheet on my bed.
Stay,
like the smell of your perfume
on my loose Calvin & Hobbes t-shirt.
Stay,
like the few rogue strands from your bun
that always fall on your nose.
Stay,
like the rasp in your morning voice
on the verge of grunted whispers.
Stay,
like the hazel in your eyes
keeping off melting between the blinks.
Stay,
like the smile that rests on your cheeks
while your soul dances in the rain.
Stay,
just for a while
before you disappear again.


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