tonight i have one hand covered
in bandaids, the other restlessly
waiting for a signal to unlock
the door, turn the knob, reach out
to awaken that face
melting the day’s unflinching
snow. tonight i am the hours
to your minutes, carefully
wrapping and unwrapping
a bouquet of excuses
without an unbroken hand
to steady the seconds
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