he snores when he sleeps
like a hospital heart machine
telling me that i am
still living
and still alright
as long as i have him
i know i will be loved
unconditionally
and always
something no one else can promise
no matter what words they try to tell me
he doesn't need words
the way he bounces in the morning
leans into my hugs
comes to my call
the way
his big brown eyes find mine
as he lowers his head into my lap
is the truest promise i have ever known
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digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
