On a rainy day not so long ago, I pictured you , eyes closed,there. I knew you felt the weight of the rain beating upon you and all of your responsiblities assaulted your mind, resting peace from your soul.
I knew you slept and it was best for you, but I longed for your wakeful self; for that small piece of you that I can claim as my own. You have given it to me whether that was your intention or not, and I shall hold onto it and keep it for myself, no matter the weather.
I hope you will not mind, but I refuse to give it back even if the wind blows us apart. It is by this small token that I will recognize you when we both ride adrift, after the storms have ended.
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