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I carry it on my body, all
the words you spoke to me:
in my knees’ ligaments are
all the times you asked for patience, 
and above my brow are the
words you said as you stood
by my door, about to leave;
here in the wrinkles of my
fingers are a count of
every word you didn’t say
but I could see them in your eyes,
and my palms hold the
way you first said I love you
(nervous and sad),
and here in the curve of
my ribs are the words
you spoke to tell me
all the ways I let you down.

At night I lower myself into bed and
I feel the creaks in my joints,
achy from your cadence.
In the morning I rise and
feel all the dreams we made
rustling through my hair.