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......