#dafi

Even after all this time, you must wake drag your feet across the cold floor, count the dust motes swirling in the pale morning light, pretend the ache in your bones is only sleep, only the weight of another day waiting to be lived. Your mother always said the world owes you nothing, and you believe her now see it in the cracks on the pavement, in the eyes of the man who asks for spare change…

You have once held my hands,led me out of a mess I didn’t ask to be out ofand I have followed you.Later I have looked back and called it “love”because it was. Cause I have loved you.What a privilege it had been to be mewhen I was loved by you. You have once held my hands,tighter when I wanted to goand I dared,I stayed,because you askedbecause it is “you“I called it lovebecause it wasbecause it…