On a hard night’s sleeplessness ever so lightly she came to me bending to my ear, not so much as the longed for lover she had been but as a teasing friend
Wrapped tight to her, I could not remember the words, or if there were any just the briefest touch of knowing where I had been who I was and am
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way of keeping one young. This is
a lovely and meaningful write.