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Antidote
When I think of you --
I bleed sunsets and sunrises
that never were and may never be.
When I dream about you, which is
practically day and night --
I ache cold hearts and curled
toes from trying to hold on to
memories of you too tight.
When I worry about you --
I know I don’t have to, that
I don’t even truly have a
right to do so, but I can’t
help it anyway.
When I’m excited for you --
a blizzard wind comes to
pass, lingering over this
sunny, frigid day.
When I hear from you, in an email or
text --
nerves expand and contract
like nothing else,
obliterating my ability to
type coherently.
When I see you --
all the kilometers of doubt
melt away, until you’re
walking with this one pure
heart, free of armor,
and this heart is sipping
espressso with the greatest
passion it has ever known.
When I touch you --
these hands were perfectly
sculpted to fit
yours, so much so that
holding this calligraphy
pen feels hollow, this piece
of paper blank.
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