VS,
Chaos in spectacles.
That ponytail still giving you away.
You don’t have to rush the thought.
I don’t have to explain the pause.
I see you the same.
Mischief, careful mind, the way you light a room
when you paint, cook, smile.
I am not a knock.
I am still here …
the quiet that knows your name.
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