the one thing i needed

into a roll top desk
tears painting
my face and quivering chin
i cry out
that my soul
has worn thin

you considered my plight
and found a way to send me
the one thing i needed
for my birthday
unconditional love
tied up in sing-a-long string

playing black jack over
the telephone wire
i know how much you love me

my eyes can see the glow
of the porch light
you leave on for me
all the way from here

tomorrow is a shared sunrise

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