Musings #5

You quiet me.

You look at me the way I’ve always wanted and

I can’t speak;

It’s as if the ocean has risen above my lips and

Its roar has filled my ears and

The salt is coating my tongue;

It’s as if you have taken me into your arms and

Hushed me with your fingertips

When all you truly did was gently let me fall apart

To the sound of your voice telling me a joke that’s

Not really funny but I laugh anyways.

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