Three Words

She awoke
Feeling satisfied
She remembered reading his words
Reaching over, she noted the poems
They were on her table
The pages fluttering in a breeze
She didn't recall putting them over there
That would have meant getting out of bed
And the window
It was not shut properly
She smiled
For now she could smell him
He had obviously snuck in
Keeping his promise
In his usual obtuse way
Then she recalled the last words she heard
And blushed

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