I feel your presence,
it never leaves.
My soul has not forgotten yours,
but they don’t dance the way they used to
they stay put, confused.
I didn’t turn.
My body feels your gaze, why hasn’t it changed?
Es ella? Your distinct accent takes me back to late nights, whispers, laughter.
When words were sweet. When distance had no place between us.
I didn’t look at your face. The boots I bought you never moved.
So I walk slowly, gracefully, the way you always said I moved.
Stay put, I prayed. Stay put. I close the door softly behind me.
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