guessin I’m gunna miss
your eyes first
if I had to choose
or maybe the soft spot
on your heart
wheres you let me
curl up and rest.
no– your hands–
which carried you
to me.
shaped, pressed, curved
your way through time
carved out your place
in dis world.
in me world
you were center
and I grew to you
(but also away)
all growth moves us
toward and away
here we be
closing with soft press
and deep ache.
just as I always
have and always will
i still be ever reachin
toward (and away from)
you
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