Thank you for holding that

I loved very on purpose
you with alabaster skin and blackberry eyes
you who,
just in walking past,
made me miss a voice I’d never heard,
you who helped me dig
through just the sliver of a crack
into a cave of me I hadn’t met.
You had been holding pieces of me before I knew you.
I loved very on purpose,
glue and glue,
until I earned the me that you had, waiting in your hands.

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