he handed her a book of poems.
she leafed through the pages
and said
what is this
it makes no sense.
he said it’s not for now
it’s for later
sometime when you are alone
and want nothing more than
to be with someone
you cannot be with.
then you will understand.
so she put the book away
until there came
such a night.
she remembered the book
and took it down from the shelf
and as she began to read
everything
became
quite clear.
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