Backed Up

all patience is lost
 in last moments before bed
 when i need quiet
 
 like i need to breathe;
 and the moment i grab her,
 we’ve all gone too far.
 
 days filled with backtalk
 backfire in waning light
 where i lose myself
 
 gentle goodnight kiss
 only mimics my remorse
 as tears touch her eyes
 
 forgiveness now saved
 for dawn’s awakening touch
 as gentle as dreams
 
 
 
 
 

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