And the hand reaches out
Without looking
Knowing yours will be there to meet it
And you come home to a house
With the light on
And the meals are jotted on a post it note
Tacked on the well-stocked fridge
And the tightness in your throat
Of knowing you are held
That child self can’t dare to trust
It will last
Casts an eye
Looking for holes in the fabric
But you are shaking off
The never-enoughness
Casting wider protection spells
A mantra said, to soothe the nerves
And loosen the grip
And make it so
There’s enough for all of us
There’s always was
There always will be
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