I peeked around the corner a minute ago to see if there was any shadowy movement in River's crib... silhouette of the bottle, half-massed...little feet shuffling, trying to hold onto a final ounce of today. Nothing.
I tiptoed past the crib
climbed into my bed to
gaze at her quiet breath...
soft whispers escape
rose lips, pursed as if
to say "you knew me before,
and I know you now."
She is my reason. Nothing more.
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