It Never Dawned on Me (A Poem)

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It Never Dawned On Me

It never dawned on me
how attached I could become
to your scent next to me in bed
and your smiling voice of good mornings.
And yet, just now, it dawns on me
that I am becoming
attached to these loving ways of yours.
How odd it is
when people say
you’ve had all this before.
That’s true
but not with you.

Ellespeth

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