Maybe

Tonight
I will rest
my problems
to sleep

But I cannot
for with heavy sighs she make,
the bed bounces
off
a little
bit

Her head
is unwary,
unsure where to place it

Until she found
a pillow
in the guise of my
arms
and rested her head there
for the night’s
entirety

I breathed heavily
for my need of resting
has been replaced
with comfort
that
despite the troubles
I am in,
here beside me
is my best friend,
my pet,
giving me all the things
that a pillow cannot

So maybe I found
comfort in her
or maybe she found
comfort in me

Either way I know
that this bond
and comfort
will remain
forever be

And even though
her name
whispers
uncertainty,
Maybe for me
is a true friend,
definitely

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About Shayne Zalameda

Shayne Zalameda is Misstache. She adores eating, traveling, attending events, and watching films. She likes to omit adjectives and is fascinated with ironies. As much as possible, she tries to avoid the word "very". Sometimes she easily forget things. More on http://LeMisstache.com
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