Stay or Go?
A soft, pink bed beckons,
with little hands and arms reaching up,
Desperate for one more hug,
One more talk.
I reach down more often than not,
and stay,
Because she's my only,
And ignore the dire warnings
behind me.
Sometimes,
when sleep is overpowering me,
I go,
And also let go of the guilt
then, too.
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