The sun lowers and lies long on the floor. I lay my back on it and listen to you closing the door.
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Ridgeline
While the sunlight filled from the edge of the floor to the warm spot, that warmth moved the cat that had been sitting on the floor.
Beyond
The evening light reached the end of the floor, leaving the warmest temperature I know.
Alight
It was an afternoon when sunlight slowly moved across the newspaper laid by the window. I placed my hand where the warmth had lifted.
Sunpatch
The warmth of the floor, where your hand left, I curled up beside it. By the time the window dims at dusk, the newspaper and your hand have already withdrawn, only the sunlight lingers a little longer.
Alongside
A pair of shoes set at an angle in the sunlight. I can guess where their owner went, the spot still holding a trace of warmth.
Ebb
To you, the low sun seen from the end of the alley lingered, tilted by a finger's width through the gap in the door.
While the sunlight filled from the edge of the floor to the warm spot, that warmth moved the cat that had been sitting on the floor.
The evening light reached the end of the floor, leaving the warmest temperature I know.
It was an afternoon when sunlight slowly moved across the newspaper laid by the window. I placed my hand where the warmth had lifted.
The warmth of the floor, where your hand left, I curled up beside it. By the time the window dims at dusk, the newspaper and your hand have already withdrawn, only the sunlight lingers a little longer.
A pair of shoes set at an angle in the sunlight. I can guess where their owner went, the spot still holding a trace of warmth.
To you, the low sun seen from the end of the alley lingered, tilted by a finger's width through the gap in the door.