It is small and we are gentle in outer ways
Snuggled up in my minds eye my affections wane
It's clear
I miss the sound of
Creeks on the stairs
Significant in your
Presence
Home
I am delightful
I smile back
Lost in some kind of day dream
I struggle to find myself
Letting go
I'm more tender
Okay to the touch
Getting out if harms way
As if to say goodbye
