why i cared so much for her thoughts.
she doesn't understand?
half of me is her,
gentle, caring,
a fragile heart,
a vulnerable mind,
easily scared,
always worried,
sometimes with love
like a hug
that can break you in two.
she says i am her all,
everything she will give
for anything i will take.
vicariously, she goes about
stuffing my pockets with sweets.
savory too is my life--
she saved and said,
"salt and pepper
make it all a little better,"
and gave me twice
what i needed.
is bitter better?
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