#fmf #fiveminutefriday, again


Do you really never tire

of my voice?

My attitudes and actions tire me

and they drain.

But do You really welcome me


Sunrise. Sunset. Full circle

we orb.

And again and again I bring you rags.

Leftover fragments

or sleepy starts.

You welcome that?

And why should I ever think

I have You figured?

Infinite love welcoming endless starts.

Again and again.

And I am impatient.

Unsteady. Short of breath and glad.

You never tire of me.

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