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
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“How sweet / when you think / I am okay” – great landing.
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Thank you, Q…
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I liked the reading too.
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Great piece. It feels sweet and then you pull the rug out from under us at the last..
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Thank you. I’m glad I pulled it off
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Wonderful story in the form of a poem. Thanks for visiting my blog and following.
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