Night, it seems, will break to dawn soon. Too soon, I say.
Your breathing is a soft breeze on my shoulder.
Soothing evening sounds outside our cabin
fade as bird-songs introduce another day.
I tip-toe to the window to offer a morning thanksgiving.
And I pray. Please stay.
Aroma of fresh brewed coffee;
you stir awake.
I whisper,
a coffee before you go? Don't go,
have another cup, I say. Please stay.
We speak briefly of yesterday's sweet memories made.
I am glad and saddened, as I wipe away a tear.
Our annual rendezvous; a camp and wooded creatures,
fire-side crackling and chatter, stories and inspirations
shared make a magical night.
Another wait for another year.
Each time when that parting morning comes; a warm embrace,
a tender kiss, and promises to write.
Have another cup of coffee, I say. Please stay.
When we do part, you and I will drive out of sight.
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