Better Idea (Day 30)

I’m tired

too tired to fight with you, too tired to make up, too tired to even listen because I’m too tired to control my emotions, but I’m too tired to walk away

you gotta breathe

breathe out your worries in a long hard sigh of much-deserved relief, breathe in the smells of dinner just consumed, breathe out the anger that brought you in here to begin with, breathe in joy, then breathe out some for me

sit down

sit with me on our battered couch, sit in silence with the lights off and the windows open so we can hear crickets, sit with me until we both fall asleep, sit close


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