Comfort

There's no contorting reply,
Not even an empty echo,
Just the absorption of silence.

I call out and my words -
suffocate ? - before I draw
breath leaving me wondering...
will this warmth be now receding...

But perhaps it's because,
you're holding me -
so closely,
and quietly -
that i never felt there was comfort until now.
There's no contorting reply,
Not even an empty echo, 
Just the absorption of silence.

I call out and my words -
suffocate ? - before I draw 
breath leaving me wondering...
will this warmth be now receding...

But perhaps it's because,
you're holding me -
so closely,
and quietly -
that i never felt there was comfort until now.

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