the days are cold but i am safe;
warmth is falling asleep to your familiar noise
our car rides are silent but here you are;
we stop to watch strangers fish one sunday evening
the same life i held in my arms
in a dream long ago now in
you; i feel it stir beneath my palms and your dress
light is both a window open
and a text blinking, hopeful on our cellphone screens
Q 
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