Summer nights
swinging gently
in my backyard
crickets in the background
your voice in my ear
the clouds above
hinting at rain
your thoughts
and my thoughts
melding into one,
fitting into each other
comfortably,
oh so comfortably.
I forget,
sometimes,
how this is,
what it feels like.
The relief of sharing
the comfort of talking
the absence,
nay, banishment,
of fear.
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