elise’s poem

A head curls into my neck at 3:00 AM.

I feel your chest rise slowly while your breath makes my hair do the same.

I wonder if we were here in embryo,

if in the three years I was born before you

my neck was cold and awaiting your return.

Come here, come home, come hold me.

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