When he hides what I used to hide
and keeps a watchful eye on me,
because he knows I know,
I wonder if he feels any pain
or if he has forgotten how to bleed.
When you sleep too long, and too deep
(is this just a coma of the soul?)
nothing feels right for days, and him?
I fear the years he will have to wake
up to find are all wrong.
Could I kiss him? Take that moment
and give him some simple surety
that he is not alone or wrong?
Everyone else knows, and they’ve told him.
But, I will tell him with my mouth.
Forget the words.
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