The Tent

It is beautiful

of course, it exists only in her head
a lush, screened in, tent
with a four-poster bed

Her escape from reality
to read and to write
the place she goes
when she isn’t feeling right

It is beautiful

of course in her mind
she escapes there
she thinks, too many times

It is beautiful

her own little retreat
with the highest thread count
European cotton sheets

As she lays in the adornment
wondering where the weekend went
he kisses her face
tells her
“baby, it’s all okay”

and she wishes
she could stay
that she would always feel this way

But,
it is only in her mind

The beautiful things are
every
single
time

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