In bed just past 11
My skin, with the remaining scent of rose water
Surrounded by a sea of pillows and blankets
I look through the slit in the blinds
Just to watch the rain fall
With Christmas two days away,
I've yet to find a present for anyone
the only gift I've given
Is this night, a gift to myself
The gift of a second glass of wine,
Ella Fitzgerald classics echoing in the background,
Langston Hughes poetry thin between my fingers
And thick in my mind
And the 7 minute intervals I take in the midst of this
Just to watch the rain fall..
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