Poem: And He Said, | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine
“If you’d seen the things I’d seen you’d never sleep throughout the night,
but with you I fall asleep by 9pm.
And I’d wash away the horror of my waking nightmare life
with lovers I don’t love and other sin.
But with you I breathe the freshest air, not even through a pipe,
and I think of you a newer form of kin.
And so I love you more than I knew I could
and I hope it lasts like nothing ever did.”

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