Your Voice

I am feverish and sore
My eyes burn and water
Tissue is shoved in one nostril
I do not remember what wellness feels like
I curl up in your lap
Desperate for comfort
You pick up my book, and begin to read to me
(My eyes burn too much to read it myself)
You hate reading out loud
(But you know how much I love your voice)
You make the characters come to life with your energy
You deliver lines with conviction
(I tell you the story is set in London
You give me your best Harry Potter voice)
And the happiness that has been asleep inside my chest
(For such a long, long time)
Slowly opens its eyes, and breathes life back into my tired lungs
(You are the love of my life)

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