Sometimes
The world holds little surprises.
Like the way the sun breaks through
The clouds,
Or the way the breeze blows her hair in the wind.
Like the way my cat tentatively
Walks under the bridge of my legs,
Curling his tail up
Leaving his scent behind.
It's nice smelling your scent on my sheets,
On my shirt,
On my wrist.
For so long
My room remained stark
And clean,
Smelling of laundry
And old regrets.
I am not afraid of you.
You and your beautiful nose.
There is a quiet strength,
A sense of belief and change
Growing,
Rooting.
Maybe one day this sapling
Will become a giant tree
Providing shade for generations to come.
But for now
Little surprises are all I need,
Your scent on my bedsheets,
My little cat purring beside me.
The world holds little surprises.
Like the way the sun breaks through
The clouds,
Or the way the breeze blows her hair in the wind.
Like the way my cat tentatively
Walks under the bridge of my legs,
Curling his tail up
Leaving his scent behind.
It's nice smelling your scent on my sheets,
On my shirt,
On my wrist.
For so long
My room remained stark
And clean,
Smelling of laundry
And old regrets.
I am not afraid of you.
You and your beautiful nose.
There is a quiet strength,
A sense of belief and change
Growing,
Rooting.
Maybe one day this sapling
Will become a giant tree
Providing shade for generations to come.
But for now
Little surprises are all I need,
Your scent on my bedsheets,
My little cat purring beside me.
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