to M.
– Chill out, there’s no need
to worry so much.
Waking in the night,
sweating and such,
as if off-road,
As if you're stuck in code…
– Sorry, did I wake you?
– No.
– I just want to drink.
– Fever?
– Maybe so.
Good that you’re near,
good that you’re here
with your worried glance,
a steady hand,
a warm romance…
In the middle of this,
I’ll ask if you’re fine.
– Are you okay
with me all the time?
I’ll make us some tea,
but let’s wait a bit more,
for now, let’s just be,
as we settle the score.
I saved you, that’s clear.
And you saved me here.
Life’s a trap, it’s rough,
a path that's tough,
but I’m your chance,
and you’re mine too.
You’re like coming home
after a long day through.
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