i lived ago
through the fire of your desire
the way you walked
through streets
with a single hand
in your pocket
triumph unspoken
i lived through
your ankles
your knees
how your joints
could bend and break me
without a word spoken
without love in your hands
in a longing grasp
i sat beside
in the dark
stroking your heart
loving you from afar
before you ever knew
who you were
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