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About someone I deeply cared for.

Your touch will turn me to stone, even when it's just a whisper through the floors and walls,

slipping through the locks and windows to graze with longing fingertips to remind me

I've memorized every night this happens 

and maybe you're too familiar to keep me here anymore, 

maybe you've studied me with the same way I've mapped

each intricacy that drew us too close.

Like gravity's resolute pull, like the onset of a collapsing star's violent 

and beautiful bursts of colors, some mysterious energies tell us enough,

tell us how dangerous getting close can be for ones like us.

Your exit will turn me to stone, 

even when there are whispers telling me to stay, 

be a quiet still sentinel watching for signs, 

messages rippling through the air to touch me with your return.

I've memorized every night and maybe I'm too familiar to keep you, 

build a home with, maybe we studied the intricacies 

of one another too closely.

Like the endless pull between us, 

some mysteries tell us enough, 

tell us we've needed to look more 

closely than we do right now.

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