i arrive at the foot of
your altar, an avenue of
reflections sewn by the
sky like your eyes
my hands catch your glances
so you will never lose
your truth and humanity
i have risen to be a mirror
of your unswerving love,
an imperfect soul blessed to
mend its loneliness
by recalling your face and
your smile, your voice and
your touch, trembling beneath my skin.
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