When each word is an old friend
And the weight of you lies heavy in my hands
When each page is dark with edits
And stained with a catalogue of food
I ate while pouring over you
When your page numbers count heartbeats in time with my own
When I close my eyes and see lines of you printed across my eyelids
When I look down at you and say
Now you are complete.
Now you are whole
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