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it must’ve been so arduous
you told me

in the moment
you saw my body
as I was disrobing

the mass
I’d developed
on my shoulders
from those years

like a farmer
bathed in perspiration
I’d carried my love
out of devotion


Didn’t I close that door
thus I never
let you be here
in this room.

ghosts and phamtoms
you’d sent at my door
uninvited for so long

but your words
my soul

reminded me
of the origin of
my tender love
and the trust
I held for you

the light
seeping through
a narrow gap
and cracks of the gate

my being

that was love
re-embarked on
my journey for
and reconciliation

yearning to