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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