Reflection in a Mirror at the Mayflower Hotel

As your arms wrap
tightly around me,
I wonder if your face
had the same expression
when you hugged
your wife
after French toast
with powdered sugar.

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About sarah cosgrove

actor.writer.director.teacher
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