What it was like
To be put first
Till you
You worry about me
Am I doing ok
How is my day going
Am I taking care of myself
You are cautious
Careful of my feelings
Careful of my space
Careful of rushing me
You are sincere
You want to know all about me
You ask the right questions
You remember the answers
This can work
This is what I need
This you understand
This could finally be it
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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