Delay

There's a sort of 
pause -
a break.

Writing about how good 
how easy
it is, being with you.

There’s parts of me that 
never learned 
to describe
all the ways 
of 
your kindness

Your patience

What words can
express peace
and the glow in
my chest

When I look at you
as you sleep next to me
one arm draped over
my body

You fall asleep holding me.

And the delay
in writing of
the internal experience
of being with you

maybe it'll be temporary
I know words for pain.

It’s the good feelings
I’m still learning.

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