You anchor another thread.
You didn't even mean to...
But it's a fixing point in my brain now.
I hear the kindness in your voice
and weave it into your design.
A part of you. Put your finger here and hold this...
You don't notice
that I
will continue to watch you with peripheral eyes
and wait
for another moment,
another fixing point.
I'll re-create you in other ways...
Your brain doesn't work like mine.
But these are how
I will remember you
when you're gone.
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