Beginning to Understand

I think I’m beginning to understand her,

just a little better,

lying here, listening to her snore,

unable to sleep because of it,

it occurred to me,

she doesn't sleep with me

for my own good;

not hers;

just like she doesn't read what I write,

for me,

not her,

she leaves me that place

all for myself,

my refuge,

my home away from home;

I’m beginning to believe,

she’s much wiser than

I ever imagined,

that she loves me more;

much more;

than I could ever love myself.

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