Your words
I bathe in your words.
They hold me at night when you don’t
They spill out of my ears and onto my hands,
Overflowing.
For i cannot store all of your words,
At least not forever
But i hold onto them
By day i gather them, harvest them
By night i sort through them
Replaying and reliving them
Before i let them go,
I kiss each of them gently
Because you took the time to say them,
To say them to me
And i cannot bear to part without them
-c.s-m
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