He is reaching for me:
Through the uncertainty
I see his hands
Calloused and shaky
But consistently held out
Waiting to collide with my skin
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He is smiling at me:
In the darkness
I see his face and
Wonder how someone
So human and flawed
Can be so easily loved
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He is gazing at me:
His eyes soft and sea-like
His stare unwavering
Unfaltering, unflinching
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He is acting like
He loves me
I am wondering
If it is enough
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Her Majesty Mia and her minions
I rule this rag tag lot… they’re not much, but they’re all I’ve got! I preside at the head of the table, my indisputable, rightful place. But, I randomly perch on other chairs at a moment’s notice… whenever the mood strikes. Such fun keeping them off balance. Fun reminding them who’s boss... ME!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶6 days ago in Petlife
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Well written
Well written