Going Grey
Like a comfy chair
Like a favourite sweater
I’ll wear you
Take this skin
These bones
And put them on
And call them me
Like a cozy café
Like a favourite walk
I’ll bear you
Take this weight
These stones
And cast them off
And call them he
Like a precious song
Like a favourite book
I’ll share you
Take this hand
These thoughts
And wrap them up
And call them thee
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© Sab Will 2013