There is
no reason why
you and I
happen to collide
other than
that there is
limited space
we both occupy.
It’s not
a magnetic pull
or even Love
working its will.
It’s just that
your warmth is
as comforting as
I don’t love you;
You don’t love me.
We just cover each other up
in human heat,
your arms becoming
the blankets within which
I hide
from all my grief.
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