I want to publish minutes
about you. a real writer
manuscript in hand
read aloud to my tears
You try not to sleep
as we journey home
converse about nerves
and a long overdue obedience
your gentle snore assures
no pretense is necessary
I drive more awake
comforted by your repose
relaxed in the construction
of friendship that keeps the faith
navigates the detours
breathes the paving of peace
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