the night falls and i know you are waiting
in the corners you lurk, slightly leaning forward
listening ever so carefully as my obvious signs of weakness settle in,
finding their daily comforts-
my heavy shoulders and that tattered heart that burns
this wool cost is itchy and comforting for it's warmth and familarity
i'm aware of your presence and invite you in...
together we sit and cry
so close to each other, yet still without comfort
we sit and we drain.
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