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this house
I wasn’t looking for you when
you walked into my life. I was
still chasing boys with lightning
in their fingertips and clouds
in their heads.
You waltzed right in unannounced
and it was as if I was seeing the
world anew after a lifetime of
blindness- your body became my
well of ink and I dipped my pen
into your belly button until it
ran dry; then I moved to your heart.
I told you that I loved you
and for some reason you stayed.
No emergency glass was broken, no
alarm pulled- you smiled at me
with eyes as steady as the ocean
and you said it right back.
Each day gone by and every
memory made was like one
rotation of a screw and we admired
our handiwork a year later:
a house built from love, support,
and strength, but we have far
more crack to fill, I’m afraid.
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