I bask in the warmth of knowing you’re there.
I cuddle in the clouds to suppress what’s no longer needed,
To weight back into storage past daydreams I entertained and created.
In the corners of memories I forgot existed,
Past the clouds of my suppression,
you’ll always be there.
And on days like these,
When the clouds are too thin and daydreams tease,
I wonder if I’m there for you, too.