At the Edge of the Rooftop

By Austin B. Hahn

Each night I wait to feel you beside me
I lay alone in the dark
Cold, soft, yet crisp to the touch
I’ll hold you close
I’ll kiss you while the raindrops fall from the edge of the rooftop
The mist of the rain blows through the window, caressing my back while you lay in my arms
We lose all sense of time looking into each other’s eyes, feeling one heartbeat against another

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