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All my life I have been building walls.

It’s not like you knocked them down,

I would have heard the impact.

My head stays quiet

but one day I turned around

and you had passed through them,

you were standing right next to me.

I thought

you could be a ghost

but you’re much too real,

much too warm under my fingers.

I thought

you could be a siren

but you thread your fingers through mine

and it is not a turning point, it is a smooth slide.

I thought

you could be a mess

but at least you are the one

under my feet.

I am holding silver.

I will stay here

when your arms extend mine.

I will stay here

when you fall asleep.

I will stay here

when it feels like the only thing I’ve known.

I am defenseless.

I will stay here

when it is a bad idea.

I will stay here

when it is not for my own good.

I will stay here

when it is too hot to hold your hand,

when it is too cold to set you free.