I am hoping for a love

As if it an be conjured

By a pen.

Forgive my mistakes

For maybe my hands

Aren’t as steady as it seems.

Regardless, I find that

Threading the seams

Is more natural when

Your hand is guiding.

I stopped trying

To write an ending.

Instead, I hope to let you

Tell the story,

And I reflect it back

With you.

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