I can feel his hand
rest on mine
as my mind
falls into the nightly
routine of trust
in the unknown forces
behind the veil.
His hand is cold
against my warm flesh.
I can never see his face,
nor have I ever heard
his voice. He means no malice,
we both know the order
of natural law.
Each night is filled
with the trust
that there will be more,
until one day
there isn't.
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