my guardian angel

is skin and bones

thin and weary

but so clearly

i can see

us dancing in the stove light

twirling you around

you stepping on my toes

hushed laughter at 3am

not wanting to wake the kids up

we’re 30 and everything is finally

feeling alright

we go to sleep

you hold me back

and hold me tight

mornings feel like summer

cold coffee and frayed newspapers

two broken people

with broken dreams






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