“Rest” he said
When she asked
For one word
*Rest,” she repeated
And placed her hand on his
Sometimes rest is what we need
Instead of other things
He needed rest
And she knew what to do
To give it to him
Right then and there
Each time, it was different
But one thing didn’t change
The way they could
Sit together
Quite content
To rest.
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11 42 p.m. 8.17.20
