Poem: February 1

He touched my forehead so lightly – his right hand, me on the left washing coffee mugs in the sink, to signal he needed to open the cupboard I was standing in front of, eye-level. On our wedding day he carried all of the furniture out of our small bedroom, created a sanctuary. This is what I need – strong and soft in equal parts.

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