Spoons

Sometimes at night you are here

breath stirring my hair

hand warm on my hip.

Spoons.

Flat of my feet against your knees

shoulders against your chest

safe inside your curve.

If I turn, I know how you’ll look

blue eyes closed

mouth slightly open

cheeks flushed.

So young in your sleep.

Pink morning light outlines your jaw

on the flowered pillowcase

I can smell your cologne:

Eternity.

You open your eyes with a drowsy smile

and vanish with the alarm clock’s ring

not a dent in the pillow

no Eternity.

It’s been a year today

When do I start getting over you?

Author: A.J. Goode

I am a romance novelist, single mother of three, and a high school lunchlady. To be completely honest, I have no idea which of those jobs is the most rewarding and which is the biggest challenge. I love them all. I write romance novels about the kind of people who might pass me on the street every day. My characters are often hurting in some way, and need to learn to trust others in order to heal themselves. I also blog about trying to focus on writing, and about my day-to-day experiences in small-town America. I write about life. The good, the bad, and the just plain odd.

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