it was close, and i christened you keeper of my sanity.
even when others - faced with consequence -
turned away; clicked off; left me alone.
the journey out seemed long and impossible;
then you called-
then you appeared -
with phantom tea and cookies and no complaints;
just friendly staff;
and wiped away the toys and tears
with soft talk and loud music.
1 comment:
it must not always be as easy as you make it seem!
how heavy your head must be, you awesome prince of prose...
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