Thank you Friend in the front seat of my car
How to explain the ways I see you;
You compel me to speak things straight and to unwend
The twine of intent/action curling in my brain
I left my glass to you, the Woman Soldier.
Thank you Friend by the living room book shelf
You let me speak and you let me listen-
To real things in the smallest hours of the morning
And frankly, I hadn't had a conversation like that
for a while. I'd say we shared the lightning on our shoulders.
I am awake because I am happy in this moment. I am happy in this moment because i am Awake.
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