Unsettled Tummy

.

In my head you deserve to get this thing
You're getting
But I don't seem to be getting
That thing that I thought I deserved.

For now each day passes with stretching
And adjusting
And going home quietly to my thoughts.
My hand sits limp in yours, expecting.

And you seem to have to recall
That you're here, and this is happening
Now.
And I remind myself that you deserve this...

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