I had shaved.

Tonight, I feel slightly broken.
End-evening blues. When we’ve all walked away.

But tonight, for a while, it was good
to touch your arm,
to brush your back with my soft pads,
to see you turn to smile.

The things I do are never enough for my mind.
But maybe they’re enough for me.
You’re enough for me.


One comment

  1. zaphodfreek · October 1, 2006

    Just a thought.

    The last line is “You’re enough for me”
    in a sort of
    ‘If I just have you, I’ll be okay’ sort of way.

    Not in a
    ‘you’re good enough for me’ kind of way.

    We wouldn’t want any misunderstandings now,
    would we?

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