Comforting, thats what she said,
when I had said I was annoying.
to be comforting,
what a blessed position,
to be somebody's pillow,
their chocolate cake,
their chicken soup,
their background music
in line with their rhythm.
no ache in their stomach,
no longing in their diaphram,
no anxiety dreams in their sheets.
If I could be, by just being
I'd enjoy that
probably more than they
would.
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