And it is true that you were more than a figure that stood by me.
Your speech was more to me than just words lumped together.
Your voice was not just resonating sound waves.
Your laugh was greater than a tinkle of joy.
It is true that your words encased me.
Your words formed layers of warmth for me
When my bones were cracking from the cold.
Your voice was the high temperatures that thawed me.
When icicles were forming among my cells.
You blew heat from your lips and melted them clean away.
When I had forgotten the good in a bad day.
You sat with me, and counted all my blessings.
Forgetting one
Forgetting number one among them
You.
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