The Only Comfort

Original Poetry

Sometimes a voice is the
Only comforting sound
Around.
You memorise the way they pronounce
Every word;
The softness of their syllables
And how their voice
Is the only thing
You want to hear
In the darkness
Of the late night.
Stories under the covers
That can only be told
By them.

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