You stayed the night,
soft as something almost mine,
and morning slipped through quietly
by the next day
you had found your way back to them,
like gravity calling you home
and now you sit with me,
placing small pieces of happiness
between your words
I hold them gently,
careful not to let them break
and even more careful
not to show
how quietly
I do
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Author:
Nevermore (Pseudonym) (
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