"What I know is, no one I know has it.
My father's arms around my mother's neck.
Fruit too ripe to eat.
A door halfway open,
when your name is just a hand I can never hold
everything I have ever believed in becomes
magic.
I think of lover's as trees,
growing to and from one anotherĀ
searching for the same light.
My mother's laughter in a dark room,
a photograph greying under my touch.
This is all I know how to do,
carry loss around until I begin to resemble
Every bad memory
Every terrible fear
Every nightmare
anyone has ever had.
I ask: did you ever love me?
You say "of course, of course,"
so quickly you sound like somebody else.
You cry on the phone.
My stomach hurts.
I let you leave,
I need someone who knows how to stay.."
-Warsan Shire
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