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I love when he puts his fingers
to his lips and holds them there,
as if creating a tiny place to hide.
It’s like a cloud attempting
to hide the whole sky.
 
When we first met,
I began to do it, too,
hold my fingers to my lips
as if in this way I might become
a little more him. It felt like
trying on someone else’s shoes.
 
And then there were the years
I wanted nothing between us,
and I felt a small slice of anger
each time he’d cover his face.
 
This is the way of old love.
What first attracts us then repels,
then one day attracts us again
as we learn to love the other
without trying to change them.
 
There he is now, on the couch,
three fingers pressed to his lips.
I love the man I see and
the man he tries to hide.
At some point, my longing
to change him became the cloud.  
All along, he was the sky.

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