I will tell you to move the curtains
And also the window
To allow some light and air
Before I will settle to look at your face
And move a hair or two
Or just stroke your cheek
I will be aware of the ticking clock
That has no rewind
And the approaching hour
There will be no words
Nor any gesture or two
The exchange, if at all, will be silent
No tears, no smile
An unmistakable scent, yours,
Will be left floating in the room
The approaching hour
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