espera

I meet them at the strangest times

in corridors, waiting in lines

I call them kin by the starlight streaming from their eyes.

 

Your voice was breaking, my hands were shaking

I held your gaze in a determination…

knowing the pain in your lungs.

I have grieved as we both have loved;

now your loss will stalk your days…

I’m sorry she left you this way.

 

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