A bed warmed by a lover's resting body
Arms reaching, complete acceptance
Two hearts trying, at best, to keep a fire burning despite the winds of monotony
Commiserating over loss of mutual independence
To continue on in the daily trudge, no longer braving it alone
Consolation when the past pulls your heart into those same old depths
Still facing the blackness, but with a hand at the small of your back
A contented sigh, if all goes as hoped
