Sometimes I know I don’t have enough.

But then there is

a moment

when lights are dimmed

and harmonies soar

and roar

and fingers climb across a piano tuned to exquisiteness

and lights are dimmed

and you hold my hand

I realise

that although I don’t have enough

what I do have is



turkish delight


For that small moment

even though I don’t have enough

I don’t need anymore.

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