Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Sound of You

The sound of your slippers padding around
While autumn calls and songs fill my days
Your feet slush across the floor coming closer
I can't tell you the comfort found in this.
Laid up vulnerable, ill with chills
Filled and brimming with gratefulness.

Even sick feels best with you.

Love, old or new,
is hearing your clatter in the next room.
Is the sound of your sigh and the thick breath caught
in my chest while my eyes well up
with the rest of the whole


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