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Spring reached every branch that year...
Except for one.
Morning filled the windows.
One room never learned the sun.
I still leave silence where your name
Might have decided to begin.
Some absences have weight.
They bend the air inside
a home.
There is a place between my hands...
That still believes
you're coming.
The years kept asking something of me.
I answered all of them
alone.
My shadow learned to walk beside another...
No one else
could see.
I have imagined your face
So many times...
That sometimes I cannot remember
Whether I lost you...
Or a lifetime.
Some absences have weight.
They bend the air inside a home.
There is a place between my hands...
That never stopped becoming yours.
Some mornings still arrive unfinished.
And so
do I.