In the still small hours of morning

I listen to the sounds of your soft breathing over the monitor

To the rustling of your father getting ready

I breath in

I breath out

Watching the sky shake off the shades of night

And fade into an array of dawn

The nights have grown colder

The trees are shedding their leaves

In this moment I am empty

Waiting to be filled with wants and needs

Waiting for you to call to me

Pull me from the well

Give me purpose

Meaning

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