Safe

Safe

I always felt it with you.
A feeling I never had before. Moored.
If you are my harbor, then I am a ship.
Sometimes I crave the crash of tide on hull,
my sails long to stretch like wings once more.
But I am like the cat,
           who sleeps with her face in your slippers,
in love with the scent of the familiar.

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