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There

The bed no longer mocks me

It’s not much, but it’s a start

My eleven o’clock is a wo a Latin quote on her ribs I’hton The frustration in her brow The hurt in her eyes The words inked onto her side

I finish the quote Turn off the gun “Done”

The woman jumps to her feet and stares at her new ink in the o onder

I see this expression a few tiets old

This is where I belong I’m lucky to have that “Sit down” The demand in my voice covers my irritation

The woman perks Her brown eyes fix on ”

“It was all your idea”

She shakes her head “You designed it”

Yeah, I added the rain drops The u to her Seeing what ht up or her lips curl into a smile

I found as in her soul

Not as in mine

Even so, I accept her praise “Thanks”