you never love me, I know, but comfort me just the same

As you sit beside me
You become my right hand
As if you have become
Another reliable part of
My body

Touch my face, caress my hair
Sit down with me on my chair
Comfort me again
I have been hurt
By the absence of your being
The heart that was never there
Beating

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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