Maybe

When she’s starving for love
She hands it our freely,
Because maybe,
Just maybe-
He needs it a little bit more-

And for days
And nights-
And all the hours in between-
She dreams of him
And his touch
In a time that is not-
And may never be-

Still, she smiles-
And still she waits
On silence
And what’s left
Of his breath in her lungs
And maybe that’s enough.

Maybe it always has been.

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