Settle down inside myself,
I sit and you,
sit too.
Rest my head,
my weary, weary. . .
but not so weary with you.
And I will keep you
right there.
Just there,
(neat little boxes
strewn on the floor;
untidy feelings
left at the door)
'til comfort leans
toward me once more
and proves that it
is you.
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