Hold

He’s the type sees others as they wish to be seen, patient, long-suffering, through my passionate waves. He’s a friend that hears my cries, and without prompting, holds me until he knows I’m okay to be let go; one of few I truly believe when they speak to me, a light in the dark.

Emily ©

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