Poem 23

You cried for help and

Climbed in my bed

Told me tales of what

Your dreams has said.

You drifted to sleep and

Held my hand

Touching head to head

Almost more than I could stand.

Simplistic childhood

Need to feel comfort

Evokes dreams of caring

For one who’s not here.

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