Bored with torment, smiling at tears
She wants to feel something, anything
“Mark me!” she cries.
Welcoming any sensation taking her out of her head.
He wants to care for her, be there for her
He can’t grasp her meaning
“Show me!” she pleads.
Wanting to see any picture of comfort, contentment.
They climb toward some peak, straining
Neither understanding but hoping
“Hold me!” she sighs.
Knowing there’s hope in acceptance.
The Word Rummager 
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