Edge
I sit and I listen
Watch the phone
Wait for your ring
Even knowing you may
not call, keeps me on
edge
I guess I like being on edge
It gives me a sense of excitement
The excitement I must
look forward too.
It gives me that senses of comfort
that I beg for
I continue to listen in the house
to hear you, even though
I know you are no longer here
The somber sound of your sleeping breath
reminded me of comfort
Gave me hope...I guess?
In the morning we would brew our day
over brewed coffee
Planning our adventures
not our leap from the edge
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