We had the time of the rug.
It is when we were there
hugging, giggling, laughing.
It is the time without time
when we just lie there.
I wonder if this time is just
a reflection of some brighter past
or a lighter future, but I know
it is a wonderful present.
The rug misses your smiles,
your care. It misses the weight of your body.
When the rug time is over,
the world is a bit darker.
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