for many days
you followed
as I walked
back home
and little
by little
I decoded
your signs:
the broken flowers
on the floor,
the bird standing
still at the window
watching me
as I undressed
slowly, tired.
I trembled and
so did you,
wherever you were.
And I felt it,
it tickled
a little bit.
I turned around,
but you weren’t there.
And now that
I’ve learned
what I had to learn,
I will kneel down
and pray
for you to hold me
for you to stay.

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