• Michaela

Forehead Kisses

Parting ways at the door

Opened to our eight hours elsewhere

My feet are bare

He's said goodbye; my thoughts spin

In the whirlpool I've been

Swimming against

But he reneges,

Leaning toward my depleted form

Plants his lips

Above my eyebrows

Purely giving, naught

Required of me

And I gleam

Step out on the right foot

When it's my turn to go.

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