_____ by Rebecca Strait

i hadn't known
that you still make sounds...
like when you walked into
the study room last night
to commune with me in my space
you quietly drifted off to sleep
without ever having said a word to me...
but it was nice to see
because when you finally did
wake back up,
you moaned and then sighed
loud enough for me to hear....
and it was good to know, my love,
that you not only have a heart
but, more importantly, a voice
of your own.

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