5.05.2011

Poem : That One Time in the Garage


I stretch my hand to stop you in the doorway
It's taken me years to find that kind of courage
And I've steeled myself now -
Please.
Don't Leave.
Words, like molasses in my mouth,
spill...

A flicker of fear -
your eyes relax,
my breath expels;
for once we draw near.

My arm, no longer a bar,
bends to you.
We are enveloped in relief.
You said thank you.


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