change comes;
in the seasons,
the night to day,
the day to night,
the numbers
on my calendar.
sometimes it is pain;
in lonely notes,
through
starless skies,
in the absence
of others
but mostly it is comfort;
in laughter filled banter,
felt warmth
on cold skin
and sweet gestures
from near strangers
change you are my constant
- t.f.
YOU ARE READING
catharsis
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