Enough
I try not to want,to not need the comfort
of the every day,
end of the day,
breathing,
his breathing,
as I feel the comfort
of the occasional,
ever so often,
gift
of falling asleep
in his arms.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-06-16 at 21:41
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