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 The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-06-16 at 21:41

Tags Relationships  Love 

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