you are not abandoned

If life is a couch,
I want to learn how to sink down into mine,
Rounding out my back, drawing my knees in to my
chest and letting my shoulders relax.

My head cocks slightly to one side and
I breathe in the moments surrounding me.

I think the fabric is chenille,
comfortably worn. Soft, but no longer
fake.
Once red, now faded to a mellow wine
color,
deepened by its journeys and experiences.

There's lots of wear left in my couch.
Come sit with me.