I’m grateful for your patience

I’m grateful for my bed being made when I get home and

sweatpants on the corner, folded,


and the way you arrange my pillows

like in a magazine

And I’m grateful for you filling up my

water bottle

And popping up my toast

at the very right time

with a golden edge and a fluffy center

and butter to the edges.

I’m grateful for your senses

your ability to touch me

your ability to feel me

And I’m grateful


you feeling grateful

for me


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