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2018 I remember
too much
not enough
of when you weren’t here.
When I was
running on sand
not knowing the grass.
All the crowds
followed me
I was still alone
I couldn’t paint their faces
without a stencil.
When I was
sitting in silence
not knowing this sound.
Then
when you broke the sky.
When I was
trying to say the right words
step on the right cracks
to make you mine.
Then I stayed
behind that door
for hours
just to be near you
and despite all the parts of me
that said don’t
I pulled the words
out of my mouth
mine.
Now you’re
on my hand
on my shoulder
in the crowd
everywhere.
