fear

Be patient with me

if I clutch you too tightly.

It is only because the distance growing between us

is too much to bear.

I may speak normally

but locked in the back-room of my heart

is a nameless dread of separation,

I do not speak its name even when

in the quiet dark

I lay my hand on your chest

to assure myself of its rise and fall.

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