An Hour
An Hour
October 6, 2019
Alone we sat
Rehearsing our speeches
Your eyes, soft and caring
Your voice gentle like that of an angels
Alone we lay
Remembering our pasts
I asked about the cuts on your body
Your hands trembled as you spoke
Alone we gazed into each other's eyes
In a soft lit room, our energy's bonded
I yearned to keep you safe from the night
To keep you warm from society's frozen hearts
Alone we turned out the lights
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