As the Monday morning melody flies through the air, the taste of her sweet lips still linger on mine.
The shape of her tiny body is still imprinted in my arms.
The memories of her from the weekend gone will be held until they are replace by the ones from the next engagement.
Caressing on the couch with our bodies intertwined, saying nothing because words are not needed.
I can't bare the thought of tearing my eyes away from her.
She lays across me, her head buried in my neck, these are moments of perfection in my eyes.
Though I cannot call her mine always, I can for these brief moments.
Which unusually feels like enough.
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