I appreciate these times
On my own
In my head
Clear as day.
No worries
No torments
Nothing to be said.
I love these moments alone
And loneliness
Just sounds and thoughts
I wish I had pen and paper
To hear the subtle scratching
and feel the urge
of my willing mind
I appreciate my love
The time he gives me
I love me
I love thee

Drifting to the night where we smoked pot by the trees
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