A Passing Thought
. for public domain
The light inside will dart and flee,
but sometimes when she looks at me,
and thinks back on the trials and errors,
the ecstasies and dark night terrors,
the grind of everyday routine,
and all the burdens in between,
she had my arm to lean upon.
When she stopped, I'd say, "C'mon."
and I love you's said not easily,
but when they're said, said pleasily.
"At least he's always there for me."
I hope that's what she thinks of me.
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