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At four you’ll sip your black tea
[I]either with Splenda or not
depending on who you think you a](https://image.staticox.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fpm1.aminoapps.mejorapp.org%2F9364%2F235f578658ff5d127b7115ce327b59d905d57a26r1-1024-811v2_hq.jpg)
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At four you’ll sip your black tea
either with Splenda or not
depending on who you think you are today.
Sit by the window, picturing a family in the
backyard—
he’s running barefoot in the grass again,
and the young is shouting something about
wearing white.
you count his steps like rosary beads,
trace an image of what is comparable to pure joy
then forget the word for “lawn.”
At five.
When you open your eyes
you’ll fix on the glass just left of the sunbeam
a shape there, a resemblance
that says hello without speaking.
It fades quietly when the fifth hour es by,
like it never asked to be ed.
For a strange reason
you feel the pull of something
or somebody guiding you outside.
There’s no name or breath for it,
but the air feels more like skin than wind.
a softness of hold that others might not see
but you do.
It leads you gently
like a dance you know
but can’t quite place how you do.
At six, you’ll notice all the things said,
the way these rooms hold onto voices like time,
old sweaters you can’t seem to toss away,
and the word, “forever”.
At seven,
You it on as a distant memory,
but it lingers.
its presence warm with sadness and joy, tempting
a question of fate
and a bargain to rewrite it all from before
And at eight,
it becomes black.
At nine
you ask if the bedroom still smells like
strawberries and starch.
I nod,
because we’re still in the house,
even if it withers away
you will too,
but it would be lovely
to have your company again
But when ten comes,
I’ll ease the cold cup from your hands,
replace it with a hot one,
tuck you back in bed,
for a second seeing the truer you again.
You don’t know it’s me,
but you thank me like a stranger
and I say, I’ll be back tomorrow,
thought I never really left.
I’ll never leave you,
not until I feel the weight of your hands against mine, one day,
when your time s mine.
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![here is someone-[IMG=I6H]
—
At four you’ll sip your black tea
[I]either with Splenda or not
depending on who you think you a](https://image.staticox.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fpm1.aminoapps.mejorapp.org%2F9364%2F839a785a0988be80b5ae9bc6149ffbd686da8551r1-736-944v2_hq.jpg)
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