When I start to believe that love is not enough
to steady my rickety progress through the world,
I recall how often I’ve been up from dawn
to well past midnight
waiting for her to come home.
Exhaustion can’t keep me
from needing to see her
the minute the door opens, even if only
for a moment. I know
that one glimpse will be enough
to settle me into my pillow
and let me rest for a while.
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