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I told myself I should not go there
and at the same time knew go there I will
I wouldn’t let it be
wouldn’t say no
all desperation and no consolation
all unwise and I still reached for that prize

but after this
his knock on the door just in time
distant explosion still enough to rattle bone
a token of what’s not broken
I could let this mean a slate that’s clean

my story changes here
now I
experiment, ready to be refilled from empty
I step out with him – really with him – when we step out into the hallway