you would

you spoke.

something in me

moved.



       stark.



a reason for journey.





you would turn me:

pull on yarn

to untangle, release

the laughter.



you would cool:

a breeze

against fevered skin.

water

over what burned me.



you would exhale:

a breath

cut in two,

shoved

into my ears.

       i heard

       nothing and

       all.



you just

would.

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