Footstep in the hall
The smell of bread
Sound of rain outside the window
Turning over
under my blankets
knowing that this
is what is right
and good.
A kiss on the shoulder
Brushing hair
Watching silly movies
Just to hear you laugh
while I trace circles
on your knee.
Smiling in the dark
finding that
which is sweet
and strong.
Watching you leave
off into your days
finding the silence
and remembering.
Waiting patiently
for the next time
and holding these feelings
that buoy
lift
and joy me.
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