f.
curled around a campfire,
with our phones in hand
and pillows at our feet,
we tend to the
quiet embers before us.
we talk about the little things
and watch as the fire grows.
you tell me the stories
you’ve kept bundled in
your chest, and i listen,
content to be your confidante.
and when you fall silent
and i find my voice,
i feel comfortable,
knowing that you’re there
by my side.
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