A soft voice filled with mirth
Through lines of metal and light
Turn up the corners of my mouth
Filling an empty room with laughter
Late at night we exchange our lives
In happy and painful conversation
Expressing light meaningful thoughts
That slowly strip away the silent armor
That protects us both
Until a new day begins
With the sound of a ringing phone
And I remember
That it’s my turn
To clean the litter box
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