The sun came out after the rain
And you opened the window,
Letting the warmth soothe my pain.
I looked out,
Leaned forward to feel the heat,
The rays dancing on my face.
You pressed against me from behind,
And, holding my hands, gently,
You placed them on the windowsill.
Your fingers, they trailed my torso
To the top,
Until you reached the window pane.
My eyes, still fixed ahead,
I felt your heart beat against my back.
Your breath quietly caressed me,
But, before the nightingale could sing,
You closed the window on my hand.
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