she's best when she's asleep.
things are good when we aren't talking.
when she's curled
in a dream filled state,
pillows and blankets, her
hands upon her face.
i'll let her sleep.
i like there, best of all.
the quiet of the house, at last.
no need to wonder
where she is.
what is a lie what isn't.
no more farewells or hellos.
no more suspicion.
i'll let her sleep.
we get along so well when
she's like that. asleep.
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