When you felt bad

There was a time that you felt bad when we were getting together so I told you,

Come by anyway.  We’ll just lay together.

I’ll stroke your hair.

And touch your skin.

And kiss your ear.

And touch your face.

And talk.

You can sleep in my arms.

It never occurred to me how much something so simple back then would be so precious now.

Luv

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