sewn and patched,
forgotten at the back of the closet,
what do you dream?
What do you miss?
What do you want more than anything in the world?
To be carried once again,
in loving arms,
from here to there and to everywhere.
To be held tightly
when night falls,
or thunder rolls,
or a fever rises high and chases away the smile inside.
A hug.
A smile.
One more, "I love you."
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