FOR CAROLINE
The morning light is creeping through the blinds,
and I’m holding you under the covers.
We’ve only known each other for a few hours,
but I’m fascinated by everything about you.
You gaze at me with your brown eyes
and tell me that I’m ‘lovely’. I smile,
run my fingers through your soft hair
and breathe in your sandalwood scent.
Moments like this are rare. I shake my head.
I could hold you like this for as long as you’d like.
But you’re flying back to Ireland in the evening.
We get dressed and wait for a taxi in the snow.
The little flecks of white fall on your hair
and you smile at me. We kiss for the last time.
Maybe we’ll meet again. I hope so.
One day, I’ll catch a ferry to Dublin. You’ll smile
at me again, and show me around the Irish bars.
We’ll spend the next morning under the covers.
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