3 AM

I want
To be the glass of water you reach for
When you start to choke—
From a piece of bread, life’s imperfections, or an unsaid word.
To give that utter satisfaction from quenching your thirst
And saving your life.

I want
To crawl under your skin and be a part of you.
To be the breath you catch when you try to run away
Or just run.

I want
To be the color you don’t know but always see
When you rub your eyes upon waking up.

I want
To be your lost pair of shoes
And be found, so you can tell me,
“Where have you been all this time?”

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