I hug you across the chest,
breath you in, and press
myself into the spot where I’ve
found I fit the best
And I’m safe,
thankful,
content, and
requiescent
A slide show of your dad’s
funeral loops behind my
eyelids — but only a few
are tearful
My wine headache diminishes
at your shift to deep
breathing. I catch you
slumbering before you turn
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