Trying to gain momentum
To grasp the tasks at hand.
Depleted and exhausted
Cranky and empty
Closing in…
You offer little
I want more.
You stretch through
I bend too…
We meet there.
Your light now dim
We soak it in
Once again.
I always get the leftovers…
This is where we meet.
Life takes us here.
We find ourselves within the leftovers.
We navigate our way around our needs
Pushing, stretching, bending
Around each other.
And realize the richness of our love
Lies in this undying haze.
We filter through and find our fill…
Our love lies in the leftovers.
7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
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