every time you open the door
a wave begins to form
the next minutes, hours
they build into a slow
crescendo
until the door closes
& i'm on the other side
as your touch begins to wear
away, your fingerprints
evaporate from my skin
rising like steam
i see them in the night
like ghosts they follow me
as i walk home in the dark
that's when the wave curls
foaming at the lips
& it breaks
over my body, my heart
tumbles & rolls
in the undertow.
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Photo by © Karl Anton Björkman
