
I whisper dreams into you
I whisper life into you
I am your hot water bottle
I am your kitten
I am your wife, your man, your mother
Your father writing a letter he never sent
Your brother chasing down lighthouses
Across a cliff in thrall to bitter wind
I write your story
Get a lot of it wrong
But mostly exactly right
I am holding your hand
In bed,
In the passenger seat of a battered old car
In the cold, a city street
The rain, a country cottage
The sunlight, early morning
The beach, somewhere quiet.
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