The couple that loves you

Raised with hope,

worried over.

Seen floundering,

but beautifully so.

Your stroked hair births a momentum,

that pushes you past unloved men in invisible races.

So many days at an office,

the pride of a lion youth swallowed.

And so you carry a violent burden,

that doesn’t allow for hesitant steps.

It’s a mantle built by a pair.

It gives justification,

to every fleeting pursuit,

to every club,

every entryway,

every piece of cloth.

But only if…

Those things give sound sleep,

to the couple that loves you.

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