and now i am closing my eyes to reveal
your soft face cast in the pale yellow
glow of refrigerator light. i want you
to always know that there is coffee
if you want it and water if you don’t.
a token of my kinship, a silver soda
can be permanently affixed here at
our kitchen table still, my ears perk
up with each enumerated drop of rain.
come what may, you will always have
my umbrella-enwrapped hand, a pink
promise to accompany you.
and now i am counting the ducks
like days, tallying the number of wings
my heart has grown in hopes of crashing,
landing me back again at your door.
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