And just like that.
I babble deep into the night.
And you caress me,
touching my soul,
without touching me.
You don't hear me speak.
You listen.
To the spoken, and,
to the silent
sonics of my heart.
You listen.
Not to answer.
But to understand.
Just like that.
You indulge me
into being myself.
Just like that
you walk through the mesh
of arteries and veins
and settle in some auricle.
Mayhaps ventricle.
Oh, it doesn't matter!
As long as you are there for me.
In my heart!
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
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