Speak by 7ala Abdullah

Posted on April 27, 2013 by

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Lover,

the first time we spoke I held my hand to
my heart and promised it I wouldn’t fall
for you, swore I would avoid too much
eye contact, vowed to never lose
myself in the spaces between
your fingers.

But
you

hold me like I am whole enough to
be loved and you love me like I am
a better person than I know, and see,
I am losing my sadness to the way your
chest rises and falls when you breathe and

I understand now why
when I first said
“hello”
what echoed in my mouth was

                           “welcome home”.

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