The blackness returns as he knows it will
His shame lays there like a long overdue bill
His posture goes slack
She touches his back
Her long, fine hair brushes his shoulder blade
His sadness fades a little, under her gaze
She says…It will pass, as it always will
And I will love you because of it…still
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