Day 197

A Nightly Inquiry


She comes to me

always at night

ceaselessly asking

questions anew


Tears streaking

Her messy mascara

Running away

From her dreams


Seeking refuge

Within my arms

To feel the warmth

Enter her being


With watery eyes

She asks me

Once again

“What do you want”


I gaze


within her eyes

and reply


“I want not

your best

for you give

that to stranger.


What I want


is your

very worst,


That which

you would keep

always for



I want

you to share

that with me.

To trust.


That is

all my heart

desires from

you, honey.”


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