We wish we could
Comb through your nerves,
Sink in your veins,
Pool a deep calm,
Relax your limbs,
Give you the bliss
That disarms thoughts,
That turns concerns
Impossible.
You’re a noodle
In these words’ arms.
You’re halcyon
On peaceful waves
As the sun sets
And stars come out
And you’re not here.
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