Ich

On days like today,

when her head is seized by a tight fisted migraine,

its dark, painful hand endlessly hammering,

she longs for the comforting nook of his shoulder.

On days like today,

when her brain is a stranger,

and the fog of stress clouds her logic,

she aches for his clarity.

On days like today,

when she needs to escape,

when she needs time to stop

when she needs to be invisible,

she craves his control.

On days like today,

she needs to be weak,

she needs to be silent,

she needs not to think.

On days like today,

she needs him.

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