He doesn't tell me he loves me
he holds my hand
and he holds my sad
I know by his hands
and the way they're not all over me
and they're in my hair
and wet by my tears and
it's okay
I don't know why he's here
and his hands stroke my hair
I don't know where he came from
and he has always been here
He doesn't whisper sweet nothings
he shows up
and
shows me
I don't know how he holds my heart
without touch
and I don't know why
his eyes
drive me to madness
and I hear him
say many things
without speaking
and his voice
cuts me deep
and I think he knows me better
than I've ever known myself
and he's always
we've always
been circling
and now we integrate
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