Autism

my help is like
dust on her sheets
a breeze when she sleeps

effort drips from hidden cracks above
into 2 silver buckets
that I carry and slosh around
with hope

I blow kisses that never land,
and blink but stay foggy
our love lightly dances around us
through the days
and the knowledge-induced haze

but I understand when she looks away
would I, any other way?

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About Odette

Odette's character is written by Emmerson Grace Hayes. email: ungratefulbliss@gmail.com If only small talk could be replaced by dancing...
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