Again
Do you really never tire
of my voice?
My attitudes and actions tire me
and they drain.
But do You really welcome me
again?
Sunrise. Sunset. Full circle
we orb.
And again and again I bring you rags.
Leftover fragments
or sleepy starts.
You welcome that?
And why should I ever think
I have You figured?
Infinite love welcoming endless starts.
Again and again.
And I am impatient.
Unsteady. Short of breath and glad.
You never tire of me.
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