Tonight there are sounds
Softly caressing my ears into unconscious calmness
Dimming my eyes until they droop
The rain taps tenderly on metal
There’s music hiding behind it
Lyrics of songs I can almost make out
From down the hall the tv talks softly
And underneath it all
The soft breathing of the gentle creature resting on my
chest
Tonight I should be learning poems, not writing them
Yet these sleepy sounds remind me
By encasing me in their careful embrace
That there is love
So much
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