the last time

amid the bustle
and stress of day to day
            a pause
            a moment of reflection
                         affection
     for you
         the wonder
    that you are
  and as you rest
         you rest assured
    that you are held tight
       in my arms of words
          my ribbons of words 
             reaching all the way to you
          my tendrils of love letters
             tenderly touch your face
                  and stroke your wayward hair
knowing
   that this will be the last time
                     the final night
       there will be no more of these
    distant words in the dark
       the end of these sad yearnings
              for something more
and the joy swells within me
    the butterflies whisper softly
    and I count down the hours
        until I come to you
              and bring you
                       home
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