Poem 6.29.21: Longing/Lingering

We don’t really know each other and we’re not quite strangers. If I’m anything to anyone, I want to believe I’m something to you.

If and when we are truly aware of our mutual-ness, our earthly bond, I hold out hope that you’ll tell me. Most of all, what I desire.

I want you to tell me how long you knew?

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