Did you see it?
Did you hear it?
Just then?
It grew,
it came alive,
it was singing.
I was in your arms -
safe
warm
happy.
The pieces always seem to
come together
when I'm there.
And now I'll
dream of you,
as soon as I
turn out the light.
Because your scent
is covering me,
and I still feel
the tracks your hands made.
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