The Last Time You Were Here
The last time you were
here,
when I tried to wipe your
face
you screamed and startled
me.
I screamed back.
You screamed again.
I walked out of the room.
A few minutes later,
you came into the kitchen
and looked me in the eyes
and stroked my face.
I knew you were sorry.
Communication with you
is a rarity.
But on a deeper level,
it’s amazing.
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