April 4, 2017

Step back into that moment:
You at the top of the stairs.
You are not at the bottom,
You are not outside the apartment
door. You are not down
the street. You did not leave.
You are here, waiting
for me to say something,
anything, and I don’t let you
leave; I speak. I open
my mouth and pull you inside.

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