you would

 

you spoke.

something in me

moved.

 

       stark.

 

a reason for journey.

 

 

you would turn me:

pull on yarn

to untangle, release

the laughter.

 

you would cool:

a breeze

against fevered skin.

water

over what burned me.

 

you would exhale:

a breath

cut in two,

shoved

into my ears.

       i heard

       nothing and

       all.

 

you just

would.

 

 

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