Trepidation
each moment
i have
you fill
alone. when
the world
dims,
somehow,
you meet me
still.
for you are
the question
i have when
it's dark,
i whisper
your name
in fear
and
trembling
with tired hands
i can feel you
still
and hear your
soft breath
whimper
my name.
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