Poetry Month: Day Twenty-Two

Spring always makes me want to make the same mistakes again, so here’s to seasonal foolishness and budding poems.

You were the first to make me believe
that you didn't want to go.
When I unlatched the door
to let you out and the new day in,
you slammed it shut again.
In the hallway you were so much larger
than you'd been in the stripped bed
whispering a few feet above our heads,
where I would spend the next two days
not sleeping alone.
Your hands doubled in size to grip my hips to yours,
to hold me in place.
Because you left all the same,
it didn't matter when you came back.

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