Presence

I did not want to be the warm body you crave at 2 am

On the left side of your queen size bed.

I did not want to be the one to take pretty pictures

While you stare out of your third floor window glass.

I did not want to be the one you hug a little longer

Than you would hug anybody else.

 

I did not want to be the one you prepare breakfast for

On a sleep-deprived October morning.

 

I just wanted to be the one who shows up.

At the right time.

And then again.

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