Benefit of a friend

Like the end of rain
that sweet smell
puddles dying slowly
in from the edges

You lying there
asking nothing more than listening
gentle with sudden rain bursts
new hurts on old ones
not yet healed

Smoking and
muting the television
being there for you
I broke my own slumber

Months of want
of slipping
and hiding
waiting to hear
and this fog lifting

How sweet
when you think
I am okay

Published by Pleasant Street

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qbit says:

October 16, 2017 at 7:35 pm

“How sweet / when you think / I am okay” – great landing.

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1. Pleasant Street says:
  
  October 17, 2017 at 7:29 am
  
  Thank you, Q…
  
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qbit says:

October 16, 2017 at 7:35 pm

I liked the reading too.

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theworldoutsidethewindow says:

October 17, 2017 at 11:17 am

Great piece. It feels sweet and then you pull the rug out from under us at the last..

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1. Pleasant Street says:
  
  October 19, 2017 at 9:39 am
  
  Thank you. I’m glad I pulled it off
  
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vivachange77 says:

November 12, 2017 at 2:38 pm

Wonderful story in the form of a poem. Thanks for visiting my blog and following.

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