The only picture I have of you is
when you fell asleep
I suppose I should delete it, move on,
clean, cold, cut off break.
But then there will be nothing
It is blurry and pixelated.
You look tired.
I still want to stroke your hair and
cover you up to keep you warm.
Take off your glasses and put them
safe.
Make sure you are comfortable before I
close the door
Just so I know you will be all right
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