When a Second Home Is So Dearly Needed
out of nowhere
i see you
tears in your eyes
you decide to come and knock
i let you in
i give you a hug and just keep it there because
no words spoken
no drinks poured
we just sit and you let go and be free
the peace and the quiet is your benevolent bubblebath right now
pink bottle images consume you with gentle understanding
i cut all the lights off to make the vibe float till weightlessness
i then slowly wipe the remaining tears from each side of your face,
preparing you for the next round
your favorite pillow is where you left it last
your favorite throw blanket is where you always caught it first
i begin to sing the words to your favorite song
your favorite scent fills the air of your favorite feeling
i am blessed to have become your favorite friend
rest easy hon.....the feeling is mutual......
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2022
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