i know You are trying. still.
You are Grace. always have.
the thought of You wakes me. and lets me sleep at night.
the touch of your hand frightens me; like a boy in a limo going to the Playboy mansion is frightened.
if you are sick, i am not well.
you are Sunshine.
signed,
rick cabello
rjc 2.7. grampa. virgo.
always.
.
.
~written February 2019

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