Presence

I don’t wanna be the warm body you crave at 2 am

On the right side of your queen-size bed.

I don’t wanna be the one you take pretty pictures of

And pretends she doesn’t know.

I don’t wanna be the one you hug just a little longer

Than you would hug anybody else.

I don’t wanna be the one you reserve your Friday nights for,

Just in case I am at work.

And I don’t wanna be the one you brew milk-coffee for

On a late October morning.

 

I just want to be the one who shows up.

Again and again.

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