He’s going

Snuck up in bed, 

he crawled to me

and held me.

I forgave him, 

last night was history.

He lay there, beside me

I want to hold him so badly.

A cry from below, echoed

Breakfast is served!

He comes right down

I go back to sleeping.

Time has come for their departure

He goes to my room

once more and bids adieu.

I will see you again, soon.

Soon, dear cousin, I will

see you again.

I love you. 


Author: M.Gin

I Choose To Write. I Write To Choose.

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