There are things I will never get tired of

like hearing your half-asleep voice,

my arms around you,

as close as I can get but too far away.

I want to linger here until it feels like staying.


I will hope you have a smooth road

or that you can step over the rocks.

I will pick up the pieces that fall from your pockets

when your head is too heavy to bend.

I will love you however I can,

however this lasts,

maybe it will.


We are trying.

We owe it to ourselves.

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Written 6/20/17

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