Chapter 17
10:11 on a sunday evening
poems to books i'll never write and lyrics to songs i'll never sing
tonight i know that i will be content
maybe not tomorrow or tuesday or wednesday
but in this moment i'm having a taste of hope
a taste of spring flowers
and a future lover to lay next to when i wake
a feel of what affection and love would really feel like
the embrace of someone who loves me as much as i love them
the embrace of contentment
to help me sleep through my nights again