K. Barratt
He came to me as a weathered wish,
An old prayer, suddenly answered by the gods
When one has already forgotten about it.
A knock on the door, a crossing through
The threshold, and he was home,
Home back to me.
As if.
As if I had not walked away from
Such hope long ago. As if my
Life had not gone on, after the
Tears, the fears, the rummaging,
Picking my brain, asking, wondering
What had I done wrong, so bad,
To deserve a departure without
Goodbyes. And now he stood here,
Back for me, for us, for the life
We shared once, he said.
As if I cared.
As if I cared to relive the
Insecurity, the sweet poisonous words
That made me doubt my worth,
That truly convince me I should
Thank angels and devas for having
That man with me, in spite of…
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