Forty-third @ 12:54 a.m.
Steadfast

My eyes
bend
around the curve
of your grin.
I'm half
a step from
where you are
Miles from
where we were
when we swore
we'd never see
each other
the same way.
The softness of your tone
reflects against
the sternness
of your stance.
The dancing
of your silhouette
through the venetian blinds
blinds me,
&
reveals the tenderness
I reserved
for you
somewhere
within my rib cage.

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