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rattling around inside my home
adrift on carpet, floating through rooms
what holds us together,
we broken, we hurting, we lonely
an old stove, the feel of water under my hands
all the picture books I know by heart
cooking for a family who loves me
a protective tabby cat
so few balanced against so much--
the demands of the day
doctors and their harshness
hopelessness magnified by nightmares
and the ever present stings, stabs
pokes, prods, aches and burning
of pain that knows no limit,
and the memory of you,
how happy we both were before you got scared
it is not enough, but what would be?
what perfect world do I dream of
where I could drown in happiness
languish in serenity
would you be enough to tip the balance
over to the good, the happy, the noble?
yes.
because knowing I make someone your life
into a thing of joy, rapture, and content
is always enough.
adrift on carpet, floating through rooms
what holds us together,
we broken, we hurting, we lonely
an old stove, the feel of water under my hands
all the picture books I know by heart
cooking for a family who loves me
a protective tabby cat
so few balanced against so much--
the demands of the day
doctors and their harshness
hopelessness magnified by nightmares
and the ever present stings, stabs
pokes, prods, aches and burning
of pain that knows no limit,
and the memory of you,
how happy we both were before you got scared
it is not enough, but what would be?
what perfect world do I dream of
where I could drown in happiness
languish in serenity
would you be enough to tip the balance
over to the good, the happy, the noble?
yes.
because knowing I make someone your life
into a thing of joy, rapture, and content
is always enough.